Barbara sighed as she stared at her tent in annoyance. This was easily the part of her chosen field of study she hated the most. Not the derision, not the constant fight to prove her results, not the endless rounds of “but that’s just a legend” followed by the inevitable, “well, yes, that one turned out to be true, but this one is just a myth.” Not the fight to finance her expeditions. No, what she hated the most, hands down, bar none, was camping. And for at least
Hunting The Homoj
By: immortalsane
