My trail led out of wilderness, a goat path headed down. For years somehow I'd stood the test of mining desperate ground. Now with rifle cradled like a child and pistols here and there. With eyes this world had not beguiled, that had a look that said: "...
There were little fireflies in the dark sky, and that's how I knew it was nighttime. Momma called them stars, and I always loved looking up at them. There was also an enormous white will-o'-the-wisp that watched over the fireflies, but Momma called it the...
Ambush Each full moon they stream out into the grass. Sixteen men veterans all move under the moon. Not a word spoken, they know the job at hand. Back in camp they call for the copters. Silence is there friend, their savior. In the distance they hear grun...
Chapter 8 Into The Storm I see him standing on a meadow of fragrant flowers and wild garlic. One of those clandestine places in the forest, where if a deer would pass by, stepping on garlic leaves, the pungent smell would linger in the air for a long time...
