Short Stories
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Love’s Sendero Part 8
My arms ached. I felt like I was simultaneously floating and being pulled down at the same time. Someone slapped my face. It jarred me and I came back to full consciousness. I was slapped again and as my eyes… Continue reading
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Love’s Sendero Part 5
We broke camp early, which didn’t take long, and Nigel saddled his mule while Sige and I got our packs readied. Nigel offered to let me ride with him on account of my shorter legs, but I declined and away… Continue reading
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Love’s Sendero Part 4
At the top, we took a breath of good, clean air. Sige said, ‘They sure do stink when they die, don’t they Dusty?’ I was scanning the horizon and getting a bearing on where we were. I glanced at him… Continue reading
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Love’s Sendero Part 3
We began the trek through the canyon. I didn’t want to travel through it by way of the bottom road, and I knew there had to be a side trail up the canyon walls that herders used to join the… Continue reading
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Love’s Sendero Part 2
I woke up with a start and shot to my feet. Too quickly, for my head began to ache with a fierce storm of pain and nausea. Hunched now, I leaned forward with my hands braced on my knees while… Continue reading
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Love’s Sendero Part 1
“The wagon rocked side to side, jostling us with each bump. I leaned over the edge to look at the old wagon wheels. It had been a rough ride so far, but I didn’t see anything loose or wobbly yet.… Continue reading
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