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The Fellowship of the Spam

Old Guy,

Sorry, I was away for the weekend. Thanks for the bump. The story, as always, was worth it!

He remembered signing his own agreement, although the exact terms eluded his memory.  Would the demons be on his trail?  Was he to be dragged into the Underworld and made to pay for his failure?  He stumbled along a dirt road, blind and deaf to all save fear.  Then, as he crouched by a stream, drinking from cupped hands, another memory surfaced.

Laughter filled the air.  He climbed back to the road and stepped out with new confidence.  The agreement was no problem.  Recce snickered as he walked.  Oh, he'd signed the agreement, all right.  Definitely.

But he'd signed Muskrat's name.


I loved the character.

Do you operate a site under your Nom de Plume?
 
My homepage is simply www.jrhume.com

I keep a short story and a few poems posted and change them semi-regularly.

Jim
 
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