The River of Souls (2015)
“Fitzy, cut me off some more snake and put it on here!” He held up his sharpened stick toward a thin young man who obediently knelt down and started slicing the meat from a dead brown snake that lay across a rock next to two already well-carved carcasses. Stamper’s deep-set eyes glittered as he appraised Matthew and Quinn. “Mr. Matthew,” he said, “you got yourself one there, it seems.” Seth Lott wore a grin like an ugly gash. “My services are yours, sir, for a Christian wedding. Or might I say…a renewed marriage.” “Then you can do the deed to her,” said Caleb Bovie, peeling some skin from his chunk of snake. “Do her good and proper. Right here by the fire, kinda…” He struggled to find the word, his mouth working but no sound being produced. “Romantic,” said Stamper, who received his portion of reptile from Fitzy and put it over the fire to burn. “Thank you for your interest and comments,” Matthew replied, taking them in one after another with a hard-edged glare.
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