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Jake Rutledge and the Guy with Bad Timing – Part Four

Through the night we stayed huddled around Dan who alternated between sobbing and screaming. We kept him as comfortable as possible and tried to keep him from moving around with little success. At one point he tried to sit and ended up moving the pipe protruding from his stomach. He shouted in pain and promptly passed out. Charlie kept watch on the door with a shotgun and the rest of us huddled in the dark…

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Ready for Reincarnation

At 84, Bob took to talking to his Springer Spaniel. He romped with the dog, ate with the dog, and learned to nap during the day in preparation for his reincarnated life. He died. Bob came back as a cat. Which, was okay because he knew how to outrun a dog. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat and Tension on…

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The Sleeping Giant

Tiptoeing past the sleeping giant, she paused for a peek to make sure his eyes remained closed. She drew closer. Boldly, she touched a closed lid. In an instant, he swept her up, wrapped her in a hug, and sweetly kissed her neck. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings That’s a Wrap A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a Sandbar, War.

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Cindy’s Sin

Cindy’s Sin is the first novella in the series Tall Tales of Sin. You can read the novella in chapters here, or you can purchase the entire story on Amazon. The novella starts off with the chapter Greyhound Arriving as Cindy Lash arrives in Las Vegas to avenge the murder of her father. Cindy appears a novice. But she quickly learns some street smarts to carry her through to the end of her revenge plan.…

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Dip the Urchin Over the Side

“I’m bored, dip the Urchin over the side,” pronounced the Captain. “I’m afraid he will sink,” offered the First Mate. “Still, it would top the day,” added the Cook. The boy called the Urchin said nothing. He could cool off, and honestly, he was bored too. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings The Double Chocolate Bar Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a Sandbar, War.

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Jake Rutledge and the Guy with Bad Timing – Part Three

He started whispering gibberish. Most of it I couldn’t make out except for a few pieces. He plainly said “a fob” and he kept mentioning “weapon protocol.” The second phrase scared me, but the fob piqued my curiosity. What if it could stop all of this craziness? He really didn’t look very good and I needed to figure this out. I grabbed two mugs, filled them with coffee, and found a corner booth to talk things over with Charlie.

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The Road to Kelso

The bus broke down five miles outside Kelso on the Joshua tree road near where the train tracks hang on the yellow hills. The few tourists unloaded their bags deciding they would rather walk than stand in the heat. Sally smoothed her pettifor and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat. She would wait in the bus. Twenty minutes later a private stuck his head into the bus and offered a ride and Sally joined the bus driver…

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