The scent of rose water drifted through the screen door. Glory, at fourteen the youngest of the Wilson clan, hovered, sheltered behind the wire mesh. The preacher straightened like a dog on point, staring at the girl.
The scent of rose water drifted through the screen door. Glory, at fourteen the youngest of the Wilson clan, hovered, sheltered behind the wire mesh. The preacher straightened like a dog on point, staring at the girl.
