A FOUR-FOOT TIMBER RATTLESNAKE
inched slowly on the boulder. Franz and I froze there in place, withheld the raised and sneakered feet preparing for the next step. "Holy shit! A wiper!" Well, his English was half right. "Viper", I corrected hoarsely, wondering at his choice of words. What I said next exhausted all I knew about... Sign in to see full entry.