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.”

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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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