One-eyed T’bred helps vets with PTSD
Mr. Bad Deal turned a disfigured head to study the situation. Looking for all the word like an old vet whose battle scars had faded with the passage of time, he focused his only good eye on the woman who spoke softly to him. His right eye socket, where his other eye should have been, was a crater in a facial moonscape, gaping empty and dark. But as he heard the sound of a kind voice, his ears pricked forward, and quickly, Mr. Bad Deal showed he understood: he was among a friend, no enemy loomed. Mr. Bad Deal Sire: […]
