The Swing Station was a pile of mud bricks with a thatched roof on the east side of the Mule Mountains. The windows had no glass, only torn curtains that would flutter in their mud sockets on the rare occasions that there was a breeze. But there was no breeze today, and the Bisbee-Grantham station baked in the sun. Give it another hundred years of days like, thought Miguel, and the Bisbee-Grantham station would turn into a proper brick building.
I finally listened to the audio for this chapter. It’s really good! It makes me wish I had listen to the audio from the very beginning. I’m gonna listen to the audio for the rest of this novel.
I finally listened to the audio for this chapter. It’s really good! It makes me wish I had listen to the audio from the very beginning. I’m gonna listen to the audio for the rest of this novel.
I loved the way you introduced music at 6:57 when Virgil took action. Epic. Awesome chapter.
Kudos for including a Spanish-language obscenity I was not previously familiar with.
I know very little about anything, but I do know how to research like one should rob a jewelry store. Grab what you need and keep going. :-)