Dratted women, the colonel muttered, tossing down his napkin and bolting out of his chair. They don’t know how to listen. They don’t know how to obey. If the army were made up of them, we’d all be British subjects. Caleb
Linda Lael Miller
Dratted women, the colonel muttered, tossing down his napkin and bolting out of his chair. They don’t know how to listen. They don’t know how to obey. If the army were made up of them, we’d all be British subjects. Caleb