Thu, 1 February 2018
She’d arrived at dark, and it was the men with loaded rifles that cemented Rachel’s distaste for strangers.
She had been standing in the open field for almost thirty minutes, she figured, and under this dark of a night it made her uncomfortable. The man she was arguing with was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, assault rifle laid over his calves, and he was spinning an aluminum can around around in his fingers.
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Three:
Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)