The Cartridges of Townsend Whelen

The Cartridges of Townsend Whelen

It arrived in a small box not on its first trip. The return address, hand-scrawled, was unfamiliar. I slit the tape. Inside, a nest of paper held an old hunting knife, a fixed-blade Marble’s of the type popular in deer camps when I was young. It had been well used,...
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