Son of Kazan by James Oliver Curwood]@TWC D-Link book Son of Kazan 7/12 Even after that the rain fell for another hour. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The water gurgled in her moccasins as she walked out into the open. She paid no attention to Baree--and he followed her. Across the open in the treetops the last of the storm clouds were drifting away. |