Fear and the Coyote
They were still laying together in their blankets near a relighted fire under their lean-to, their clothes pulled between them to warm up before they dressed. They held each other and felt each other's life in their bodies, one old and one...
Our Mother the Mountain
An old country song was playing in his head as he stoked the fire with a stick, the stars twinkling overhead and the unfamiliar trees around them silhouetted against the spattering of stars that legend has it he put there himself many eons ago. Coyote...
A Dog Named Travis, Chapter 4
Chapter 4 \*\*\* \*\* \*\*\*\* Several things happened over the next month, things that were both failures and triumphs, on both Alex's part and mine. The chill of a San Fran spring was beginning to fade into the beginning of the summer...
Play Yiff
It was a pleasant early Saturday morning. So early that it was, indeed, just One O'clock. It was all mostly quiet, except for the continuous low roar of the modern world outside. It happened to be a warm, dreary summer night, and most...
A Dog Named Travis: Chapter Three
Chapter Three \*\*\*\* \*\*\* \*\*\*\* It wasn't until I left the hospital lobby that I realized how much time must have passed. It was no longer the dead of winter as when I had gone under surgery, instead it was now spring in full swing. I was...
A Dog Named Travis: Chapter One
[I needed some motivation, so I'm posting this for feedback. If you like where this is going, as inferred by the tags, please leave a comment. This was partially inspired by the song "High and Dry" by Radiohead] Chapter One: Hospitalities ...
A Dog Named Travis: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: After a long two weeks of waiting while Doctor Franksten was in Connecticut, apparently working on another patient of this crazy scheme, I was finally in his office. It was still rather cold, and despite my previous boast I was...
Last Chance to Choose
A thing cannot be undone. The sacrament was fulfilled in all ways. But there was something, there was just a soft glimmer of hope. No, not even. A rope, held only by a single strand was a man's survival, and that's all he held onto. That thread, that...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E3: Opening a Tab
I adjusted my tie. My revolver sat snugly in the holster under my dress shirt, butt-forward, in the thin fabric underarm rig I'd used in undercover operations for the last ten years. I didn't anticipate leaving my coat behind, but this being a...
Corncob and Milk
When Olote Altozorro had taken this job for Don Huelgo he didn't know that the tracker he was going to be paired with was Leche. He couldn't tolerate Leche. They had worked together before, and when he'd come back to the region after a few seasons in...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E10: Halfway to Port Smith
It got on the news. The explosion, the raid, everything. Thanks to Verne, they had no footage to show, and the private security company that had been running the show couldn't offer a definite description of any of us. Miss Songdog, Verne and I managed...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E9: The Yawning Maw
The past was a yawning maw and every waking moment, Miss Songdog was acutely aware of it. Sometimes she sat in her chair for hours, or days, until someone came to disturb her. She sat in a heap, her form held up only by its own rigidity, and stared at...