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Buck Hale-Part 8-Snow Load

Less than two miles from his picking up the pace Buck was cursing himself. Rather than a brief flurry, soon over, the storm was intensifying and settling in for the long haul. It was becoming all to obvious that Buck just might be in trouble. The cursing came from Buck as he realized he had […]

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Buck Hale-Part 8-Snow Load 2

“You’re gonna catch hell when the rangers find your Jeep on the trail! Can’t you just park it and we’ll walk up and find Buck?” The look Geoff gave Sylvia silenced her. His face was turning red and that meant that he had reached his limit for suggestions. Staring straight into the blowing snow he […]

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Buck Hale-Part 9-Approach

It was snowing much harder now. Buck, instead of making good time, was beginning to struggle against the bitterness he felt from the cold. He had never felt so cold and his breathing was becoming rapid. As it dawned on him how much trouble he was in he started looking for shelter. He was past […]

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Buck Hale-Part 10-The Ranger

It was as far as they could drive the Jeep. Pulling it over as close as he could to the edge of the trail both Geoff and Sylvia got out. Geoff opened the rear tailgate and pulled his pack out. The pack was an old, ratty and at one time tan with a green stripe. […]

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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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