Thursday, August 4, 2016

The Virginius

The Virginius

William Ryan smiled defiantly as he marched calmly with three fellow captives at dawn between armed guards serving as escort. Ryan puffed on a cigar while the angry crowd shook fists and shouted ugly epitaphs. Ahead, he could see the long wall of the adobe building called the slaughterhouse.

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