Long Life and TelepathyChapter 3
This one made it so easy. They all did, but this one ... So naïve. So trusting. "Fuckin', dirty squaw," he muttered under his breath. "The best kind of squaw, though, a filthy half-breed. Maybe less than half. This one could even handle a little firewater." A half-breed excited him more than a full-blooded squaw. They weren't as prone to obesity, and he considered the mix more attractive. More exotic. During his search, he watched for a breed. Young, but not too young. College...