Toman of the Cherokee 3
I heard Pops in my head. Pops told me. I was almost shouting at him in my mind. Just then I heard more movement down the trail. Moving back I soon saw several younger males moving toward the village. One in particular drew my attention, Malak with his one arm in a sling. Moving past only a few gave me a heated look, though Malak's could have melted metal. Stopping before me he growled, "You will regret not killing me outsider! Your days here are numbered I shall make...