Okay, important question time: Six Sentence Sunday will soon be coming to an end. I’ve still got around six more months of the prologue of Desert Fox if I do it six-at-a-time. Please let me know in the commentswhich you think I should do: continue six-at-a-time, post in larger chunks, or stop posting entirely when SSS ends.
“The life of a fox is not a safe one, Señor. I am The Fox you are looking for.”
The Sheriff sighed. His hand rose to grasp Rinaldo’s shoulder, then dropped back down to his side. From behind the Sheriff, Alondra heard the coarse voices of Johns’ Fist, his five most trusted henchmen, and knew her poor, naïve Rinaldo had just signed his own death warrant.
Alondra stood in the ratty old jail trying not to fidget, trying not to scream.