The factor looked at the big red-bearded man and swallowed hard.

The big, red-bearded man leaned forward, spread his hands on the table.

"Come to the parlor where we can talk," said the red-bearded man.

The red-bearded man in my dream who had gotten away.

He also didn't care for the way the red-bearded man was looking curiously at Rick.

"It might not work," Wolf admitted as he and the big red-bearded man came back inside.

The big red-bearded man nodded, rose, and followed him from the room.

One of the red-bearded men raised a hand that looked more like a paw.

The big red-bearded man bowed low and then lifted the boy up in his strong arms.

The face I had imagined, my dream of the red-bearded man, was starting to fill in.