Snow, Ashes

Adams breathed through the thick weave of his pulse. Hobbs. Again. His return likely meant trouble. Care and trouble. The uneasy friendship between Fremont Adams and C. D. Hobbs worked best when both men had a job to do, when they could fall into the rhythm of hard labor. Neglected by his mother at an early age, Hobbs found his way into the Adams family. But everyone could tell he was always a bit off . Fremont resigned himself to watching out for Hobbs, who had the innocence and optimism that c