The Cherokee hunters and farmers were starving. All their food supplies were nearly depleted. The crops were bad, there was no game to be hunted, and even their water supply was beginning to run low. So the men of the camp got down on their knees and prayed to the goddess Selu for help. The very next day, she miraculously arrived. The mouths of the hunt...
Chapter 17 The Farmer's Daughter and the Traveling Salesman In those days with the roads rutted and washed out by the first hard rain, unless expanding their routes and/or enjoying being stuck in the mud, traveling salesmen didn't stray and venture out much further than a few miles past the city limits. There were plenty of farms bunched together near the...
The Wicked Men At Red Rock "Is it really true?" Orin burst out excitedly the next morning, in the same way he'd been blabbering ever since he'd woken up. "We were truly not visible to anyone save for that old dog that sniffed at Bartram's arse as he walked by?" "Why does it have to be my arse?" The archer asked. "Why can't it be your arse?" "It is true, O...
I must admit that I was of two minds regarding Victoria's demotion to the ranks of the African slave girls. While I recognized the harsh jolt to her self-esteem the loss of her to-the-manor-born white privilege caused, I knew her life long denial that such privilege existed meant that this was a lesson she needed to learn. Her change in status was immediat...
This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
For the second consecutive growing season, the monsoons had failed to arrive over the Indian rice paddies. Without the heavy annual rainfall, the Nalwali family had been unable to produce their customarily bountiful crop of top quality rice. It was the proceeds from the rice crop that allowed the Nalwali family to not only survive but to provide the resourc...
I was on the run, legging it, on the toe, whatever way you looked at it I was running for my life. I wasn't fleeing a crime scene, I haven't killed anyone or robbed their bank, I was running from a woman. Mignone was her name and I met her at a party that now I wished that I hadn't gone to, and with each kilometre I put between myself and her I regretted the...
Chapter 1 : A Priestess In Shanla (Part 3 : The Male Worshippers Choose) Varna took up the call, "Let the ceremony continue." This was the time when the two hundred male worshippers could choose of the three hundred Priestesses, including the Attendants, a woman to take the part for them of the Goddess and the ceremony would broaden to include most of the...
The half-full moon that hung over the Texas hills combined with the Milky Way to shed a ghostly light. There was little other light. The town of Koenigsburg had electricity. Farmsteads outside the town limits were not hooked up yet, and light meant candles, lamps and lanterns. Marie Wanzack waited in the wan light from the kitchen lamp for her husband, Anto...
Chapter 14. The boys in blue ******************** They exited the flight office, after going over their flight plan again and noting the weather for the route, moving towards the waiting aircraft the long range fuel tanks hanging below the wings. He noted that the three moved with a determined walk, gone was the banter, their bearing being that of a profes...