The Feeding Line
Me brother and I live under the shadiest of branches - the underground where blokes fancy bloodshed. 'Round here, people will do just about it all - if not for the dime, for the loyalty of a leader that's not 'fraid
Breadcrumbs
Yesterday, me brother and I found a scattering of remains in the fields that we roam, all disassembled like a bunch of fuckin' Legos. Up until recently, this wasn't a prominent occurrence in our valuable travels. Here and there, we'd see Bob
The Hunter
A professional hunter knows what he's looking for, aye? It's a wee bit of a field out there for the normal eye, but the true men of the woods already know where ya'blokes are hiding from us. We ought to lay low, says