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. Satisfied, I sat up in the passenger seat and scanned the horizon as the driver…
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 scanning the area around me. Finally, I was able to fully stand and began looking…
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 road or exit it. We walked for several minutes before I found a likely shoot…
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 and agreed. ‘Yes. Unfortunately, it’s some sort of pheromone or defense mechanism they have. It…
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 we went, Sige and myself on foot, and Nigel on his mule. I wasn’t overly…
Love’s Sendero Part 6
We washed our weapons, arms, and faces with what water we had, keeping an eye out for the two adults that had slithered away. But they never came back. We walked on for another hour before we came toward some crags where we found a trickling stream. Nigel watered his mule while we refilled our…
Love’s Sendero Part 7
Rude images and graffiti littered the walls along the passageway. Apparently, these bandits had an artist in residence, one that liked breasts and had the vocabulary of a school child. We slowly made our way through the winding passages, with me in front, followed by Sige and Nigel in the rear. At every turn, I…
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 focused I saw a bandit in front of me getting ready to strike me a…
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