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A Hard Path

A Hard Path

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 Way of the Wolf

The Way of the Wolf

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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El Puma

El Puma

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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Gypsy

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Gypsy

Gypsy

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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Night’s Passage

Night’s Passage

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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The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest

Below Mount Solitude lies a forest so dark and deep that even the animals refuse to venture inside. This is where the Little People live. The people who live in the small village built into the canyon walls above the river say the animals stay clear of […]

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The Small House on B Street

The Small House on B Street

The railroad tracks ran close behind the small house on B Street where the old man lived with his dog, Philos. Every morning at five-thirty, the loud blasts from the diesel locomotive’s horn would wake the old man from a fitful night’s sleep. He would roll over […]

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The Big Rip

The Big Rip

In the cold, dark October morning, Rule walked alone down the railroad tracks toward the Ross Shaft of the Homestake Gold Mine. Alone in the early morning, his breath coming out in fits of steam, he felt alive. The air above ground was different than the air […]

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Heartbeats of a Day

Heartbeats of a Day

Under the sharp blade of moonlight, Za’darius Marquez Serenus rolled the five small stones into the circle he’d etched in the dirt. A pentagram. His fierce howl sent the ravens screaming from the gnarled and twisted branches of the trees deep in the forest. Satisfied with his […]

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