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  • 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… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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