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Buck Hale-Part 11-Prints

As a trio the Ranger, Geoff, and Sylvia ran to the fallen log; each at his or her own pace. The 28 year old Ranger did, of course, lead the charge with Sylvia merely walking fast as she could, stiff legged. Geoff, realizing Sylvia was lagging, stopped and turned to wait for her: hand out. […]

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Buck Hale-Part 12-Return

Buck remained hospitalized for 24 hours. What the doctors called, a “cautionary” measure. His ankle was badly sprained and his shoulder dislocated. With warnings not to go overboard trying to speed his recovery he retired with Geoff and Lisa to their ranch to begin the healing process. No one knew how the news got out […]

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1. Cruces Gate-That Morning

“Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard”- Paul Simon The old man sighed; OK, he thought, gazing at the wrinkled, browning apple in the fruit bowl, it isn’t going to get any fresher. He had watched it deteriorating for three days now and, nope, it wasn’t filling back out or […]

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2. Cruces Gate-Subournem

Keep a-movin’, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan He’s a devil not a man And he spreads the burning sand with water. – Sons of the Pioneers The pain in the old man’s chest came on suddenly; like a hammer to an anvil. Falling back into his chair he groped with his right hand […]

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3. Cruces Gate-Dreams

Hearing her husband’s moans the old man’s wife dropped the plate she was washing, breaking it to shards. She rushed to the cupboard in which his medicine resided. Grabbing the nitro-glycerin she ran to the back patio as quickly as she could. It hurt her knees badly when she rushed but she paid it no […]

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4. Cruces Gate-The Monolith

He awoke to the simmering, scorching  glare of the sun. Wincing from thirst he dreaded the very thought of rising to walk. What choice was there? He could lay here and bake himself to death of he could get up and get started. Gritting his teeth he rose and began to stride, limping and weak, […]

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9. Cruces Gate-Delivery

It was four weeks to the day since the ham radio episode. The Old Man had been briefly captured by something in the low frequency carrier wave which had assailed his radio set. He had instantly recognized the side band wave but could do nothing to stop it. He sat on his patio reading the […]

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5. Cruces Gate-The Old Man

The old woman was worried. Her husband’s sudden illness had come out of nowhere. He hadn’t been hungry nor had he moved from the patio all afternoon. He sat there, in the shade, nodding off and coming to; off and on for a few hours. He’d told her he would be alright and she long […]

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6. Cruces Gate-Inside

That’s odd. I never tasted anything like this before. The man finally resorted to use the Chrysleat. Despite the refreshment of water, he needed sustenance. It had, he reasoned, become a necessary risk. His hunger had arisen treble. Although he didn’t know the being that was his host he knew instinctively that this being was […]

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7. Cruces Gate-Eye of the Beholder

“Dear, what’s wrong! Are you all right?” Heart racing the woman rushed to the old man’s side. He was gasping while leaning on the dining room table. She had heard him swear, loudly, using words he rarely used. “Son of a bitch” was an expletive she could not remember him ever using. But, the yelling! […]

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