Depot Master
Behind him in the doorway of the station stood Captain Sol himself. The blue cap he always wore was set back on his head, a cigar tipped upward from the corner of his mouth, and there was a grim look in his eye and about the smooth shaven lips above the short, grayish-brown beard.
Captain Sol Berry, the Depot Master, won''t admit that he still loves Olive Seabury, the women he was too stubborn to m...
Behind him in the doorway of the station stood Captain Sol himself. The blue cap he always wore was set back on his head, a cigar tipped upward from the corner of his mouth, and there was a grim look in his eye and about the smooth shaven lips above the short, grayish-brown beard.
Captain Sol Berry, the Depot Master, won''t admit that he still loves Olive Seabury, the women he was too stubborn to m...
