golden rule

A hot-blooded male  ..  eaten just crap in days  ..  that old crone had kept nothing meaty in her pantry.  The smell of roasting goat almost brought tears to Conan’s aching guts.  He could get drunk on the smells alone  …..

All he’d set his heart on  ……  relieving this stranger of his kid  ..  it didn’t have to come down to violence  ..  as long as the sucker saw sense.
But then the arsehole goes and turns up with a friend  ..  looking like he too had a big appetite  ……
Appetite for having his own way  ……


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