The two men looked at each other and then back toward the sound of the approaching, baying hounds. “Bullocks! What the ‘ell do we do now?” “Courage, M’lad. We can still do the work ‘o the mighty if we’re quick about it! ‘Tis no one here but her. Go find … Read More
Jake and Jessie stopped in a small clearing where the hoofprints ran in circles in a confusing arc. “What are they doing?” Jessie leaned over, studying the tracks. “They’s trying to hide their trail.” Jake stood up in the stirrups and looked around. “Brent!” He shouted. “Mara!” “Here!” Mara called … Read More
Rayne O’Kooley opened the door of The Olde Moor Pub and sat at the dark wooden table in the corner. This was a favorite haunt of his just South of Highmount Castle in the small hamlet of Waterwicke. He was a large man who was almost handsome with red hair … Read More
Jake opened the small door next to the hospital bathroom and took out his clothes. There wasn’t much of course – just his torn up dirty jeans and shirt. He looked at the shirt and sighed. It wasn’t much worth putting on. It was even more torn up than his … Read More
Pancake stood quietly in the chute and was docile when Jessie first stood by the fence line next to Jake and Brent. “Are you ready for this, Jess?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She looked up at Jake. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” “Yes, I do.” … Read More