Jan 18, 2012
Tracker gets a lay of the land and the land returns the favor. His marching orders take a turn off the road, but his shoes are polished and that produces a spitting image he can trust. Or can he? Not if the image is that of Delicacy Smoke, a woman who seemed to thrive on driving fast American cars and letting her fingers do the speaking. ‘Come hither,’ they said. But Tracker was more in the mood for yon. And some grub. Find out if he finds either as he ventures up and down Mistake Mountain.