Mara and Brent stood beside their horses, holding the reins, and listened intently for any sound from the forest all around them. Mara’s horse whinnied and tossed her head. “Shh,” Mara said and rubbed Lulabelle’s nose. “Shh now darlin’.” “Someone’s coming,” Brent murmured quietly, nodding to his right. “Four horses … Read More
The small game trail ahead of them opened into a large clearing which surrounded some old gray crumbling brick ruins. Lord Bradford continued to walk, his gloved hands up alongside his head. He looked back and forth to each side. “What are we doing here at Donneymore Castle?” “Just never … 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
Chapter 11 The big 747 descended slowly until it was just above 16,000 feet. Linda looked out of the window at the mountaintops just below them and pulled back slowly on the yoke. It was a good deal more turbulent at the lower altitude and the choppy air bounced … Read More