A PRESENT FOR LI SING
... By SCARLYN WILSON THE scrawny fowls scattered hastily as Li Sing made his way towards the entrance of the little shop. To old Wang, a man of reflective mind, their affrighted scamper was reminiscent of the actions of many people in the town at the saloon-keeper's approach. But nothing of his thoughts showed in his expression as he greeted his unwelcome visitor. Would that I had the means to ...