When he came above ground, Grizmo grimaced in the sudden light. Although he’d only been underground a short time, the sunlight was too much for him to bear. And because he’d left before sunrise, he hadn’t thought to bring his sunglasses. Another thing disturbed him, too. When […]
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In the early light streaking through the slabs of the small lean-to, Than Fareheart threw off the heavy canvas and got to his feet. As he stepped outside, he looked up at the small cabin, wondering if Rebecca was up. He walked behind the lean-to to pee, […]
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The Mexicans’ horses were tied to the hitching rail in front of the cantina. Than Fareheart, shading his eyes from the intense sunlight, looked across the dusty road at the row of adobe huts. The saddle creaked when he stepped down into the thick dust of the […]
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Pippick was an ordinary man whose time was taken up by ordinary things. He lived in a single room in Mrs. Bridgewater’s boarding house in an ordinary town in the middle of Kansas. On weekday mornings, he went to his job at the only bank in town. […]
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From a ragged outcrop high above the wide river valley, Than Fareheart watched the smoke from the campfire curl above the line of trees. The open campfire told him that the three men were unconcerned about discovery and this worked to his advantage. He looked toward the […]
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The largest of the pack, the big gray wolf, went out ahead, moving carefully along the wind-swept, grim landscape, his orange eyes glaring in the side of his head, his quivering ears peaked, not indulgent, not trusting his strength as a leader, but accepting it. They were […]
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Cero, the best tracker in the Desert Southwest, possibly the best tracker in the West, was sent for by Sheriff Dunsworthy once the big cat killed Melany Crossfort. It was one thing losing livestock to the cougar’s predatory nature, but when the big cat attacked and killed […]
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The old gypsy stared into the smoke and flames of the campfire. “Every fire has its own story to tell,” Vano said. Through the smoke, Patrin squinted across at the old gypsy. “We all have our stories to tell, my friend,” Patrin said. “This is true,” Vano […]
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Jimson paced inside the small line camp cabin, stopping only to peer out the window. Baker leaned back in the wooden chair, sipping his coffee. “What you hope to see out there?” Baker asked. “What about you? Ain’t you worried about the storm?” Jimson said. “It is […]
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