Wednesday, September 20, 2017

To Flee or Not to Flee




Prince Rowan had a hard decision to make. Should he flee, allowing Ulric the Fierce to ravage the castle? Or should he stay and witness the slow starvation of his people in a siege?
         He knelt before his mother. “Tell me what I should do.”
        “Go now.”
        “I’m no coward.”
        “You’re not stupid, either. “
        Rowan kissed her hand. “How can I leave you?”
        “Ulric wouldn’t dare harm me.”
        “He’ll take you prisoner. “
        “I’m imprisoned now. Almost blind. I can hardly walk.” She gave him the ruby ring from her finger. “God keep you safe, till we meet again.”



Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Annie Got Her Gun




Frank Butler peered inside the tipi.  “Where’s Annie?”  
         Sitting Bull sat cross-legged, playing poker with Buffalo Bill. “Gone,” the chief said without looking up from his cards.
        Bill pulled a cigar from his mouth. “Said she had to practice the blindfold shot.”      
        Frank muttered a profanity. “She can’t do that without me.”
        Bill chuckled. “That won’t stop Annie.”
        Back on the field, Frank hailed a cowboy on horseback. “Have you seen my wife?” Frank asked.
        “She’s at the hospital tent.”
        Frank’s gut sickened. “What happened?”
        “Stray buckshot hit a longhorn. She’d got him wrong, and that was her loss.”



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