Chapter 119: Make Harris Showyer the Sacrifice

"Folks, you all heard what happened, right? I want to hear your thoughts." The village chief tapped his pipe bowl, packed it again with harsh, cheap tobacco. "Hmph, what thoughts? Either we abandon the bridge, or we feed it a human life." "I'm afraid one life won't be enough. If we anger the God of River, don't drag the whole village down with it." "I said from the start we shouldn't have built this bridge. Now look-trouble knocked on our door." "Harris Showyer is still too young. He was so...