CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Riding the Trough
Sheriff Maxwell and I sat on either side of his old, cast-off military desk. He had laughed heartily when I had inquired, nervously, about whether he was related to Agent Maxwell of the Department of Immigration.
“You’re supposed to be the anthropologist and you can’t tell the difference between an Aleut and a Yupik?” he had scolded me.
Thank you for posting. An Awesome chapter.
God Bless you and praying your eye is healing well.
Nancy
Thanks Nancy. I stayed off the eye completely Friday.
Chuck has been posting Bering Sea Chapters.
Should have al up by Sunday or Monday.
Looking forward to publishing print and Digital very soon.
Really appreciate your support.
Jim