Dinner Is Served … Or Not

Ten paces away, a buck tests the wind at the creek’s edge. Its antlers are a heavy crown and its legs are as fluid as the water. Brash can take the shot now, have the animal skinned and on the spit for dinner before sunset. But he waits, takes joy in the cool embrace of […]

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The Scourge Of Clan Bethmoora

The sky was still dark when we were rousted from our cots, fitted with oak claymores and driven into the damp fields high above the shore. We stumbled over the soggy terrain, scattering like grouse in the salty fog and scrambling to take up our positions for this final mock battle. As we awaited the […]

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Grasping At Straws

North Dakota / 1883 Papa had been right, damn his puny parched heart. Phillip hadn’t the stones to settle the land. Now he was sleeping beneath the dirt beside Papa and she was hard pressed to conjure a tear for either of them. Perched on the porch steps, she watched leaves chase each other down […]

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Epitaph

Nights like this, when autumn’s stained-glass skies blow jagged kisses, death comes sweet as candy and cruel as coincidence. A gun in hand is a promise, like a left hook or an engagement ring. I am that promise, sworn to maintain order, defend members, protect the club. This ‘sergeant-at-arms’ patch means I do the heavy […]

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Fairy Tales

“Just between us,” Rosa said, kicking off his shoes, “I never put much stock in fairy tales.” Evan stood at the water’s edge, still fully dressed. “Why’s that?” “Take Cinderella. Girl’s sweet as shit but she can’t get herself sold without a new pair of stilettos. That kinda bullshit’s been fucking with little girl’s heads […]

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