Pheasant Feast
Somewhere ahead, a legion of rooster pheasants was on the run. It was the first morning at Cheyenne Ridge, and the barrels of the Krieghoff I was carrying were already hot.
Somewhere ahead, a legion of rooster pheasants was on the run. It was the first morning at Cheyenne Ridge, and the barrels of the Krieghoff I was carrying were already hot.
