Saying good-bye to the river, they continued west toward the Bozeman Pass. Luke tried to hide it, but Cade could readily see that his friend was getting a little anxious as the end of their journey approached, for he urged Cade to continue on past their usual time to camp. Darkness was already de...
Yet even with an extra hour from the time change, the few miles to the KOA Kampground just outside Tucumcari seems to take forever. I’m feeling better, no longer shaking, but John hasn’t said an intelligible word since we got here. He’s yawning and talking to himself, his window of lucidity squan...
The sheriff stepped out the door, his hand on the butt of his Colt. “Sheriff?” Holt inquired. “Yep,” said the lawman. “Webb Haddock. What can I do fer you?” “Maybe fifteen miles north of here, there’s five dead men in an arroyo on the west bank of the Red. One of them is Rutledge Jackman. The oth...
‘To stopping the clock.’ An odd phrase, but he understood what she meant: the constant race, the urge to keep going and going, because to stop would be too painful, and would mean looking over your shoulder – no, he never did that. He wasn’t absolutely sure he wanted to do it now, but he did know...
During an attack they eject her in a survival pod and she ends up on a habitable world, working to survive. When a group of men arrive and they seem to be looking for her, she fights the urge to run to them for safety, choosing to hide instead. They find her anyway and bring her to their ship, an...
One typical year, as those were the only kind Oleander dealt in, even the year of the killing day. In blood as in drought or in poverty or in flame, Oleander was Oleander, and there were still crops to be sown and meth to be harvested, pies to be baked and pigs to be prized, bargains to be hunted...
We're on our way to meet her grandmother, Nan Cavannaugh, at the preschool Nan has hand-selected. It's a tony sort of place in Chestnut Hill that calls itself a country day school though it's hardly in the countryside. Of course the name and location give it panache, which explains the two year-p...
Epsilon is fifth letter of the Greek alphabet and this base is responsible for the European countries who are tied in with the New World Succession. The other continents linked to the New World Succession have their own Command Bases, also named after letters in the Greek alphabet. &n...
Buchanans. He could take them all, slovenly, unfit bastards that they were. But it would slow him up and he needed to get home and fetch Isobel. “We have an agreement of peace with yer chief,” he called out. “Let me pass before I kill every last one...
It was the sort of day for sitting on a broad shaded porch, paddle fan turning overhead, a pitcher of iced tea sweating on the table, wicker creaking, cushions shifting, bees buzzing in the flowers nearby. Laziness would float on the air, along with Eric Clapton, B. B. King or Louis Armstrong him...
Logan had been working from home, researching and writing articles at night and helping on the farm during the day, but he wasn’t his usual sunny-natured self. On the journey home from Kalbarri, he’d admitted that he and Simone had called it a day and while he’d made out like this had been a mutu...
Outlet number . Date . For official record, no yet legal adopted so become full member host family Cedar. Making all effort resist absorption into American cult of the individual, traditional method entrenched oligarchy so maintain own power: Fracture citizen isolated into different religion, dif...
Mullen was in Afghanistan as part of a morale-boosting United Service Organizations tour of U.S. bases in the Middle East and Central Asia. Accompanied by Don Shula, an NFL Hall of Famer, and other celebrities, Mullen and his entourage visited Kirkuk, Iraq; Bagram, Afghanistan; and the USS Ronald...
I leaned against the outside wall. If geckos had ears, steam would have been shooting out of mine. "Rats!" I said. "They tricked me, those rotten Rat Sisters! They slipped me a red herring." "A red herring, eh?" said Natalie. "I'd like a couple of those, marinated in olive oil." "No, you ding-don...
“Don’t get your knickers in a knot,” pronounced my guardian angel, sitting cross-legged on my sister’s bed. “How about you just get some knickers,” I said, flinging a towel at him. He caught it and draped it over his head and stroked the ends, pretending it was long hair. “Do you believe in love?...