Just outside Hastings, Minnesota, November 30, 1863
Two riders flanked the three wagons, their watchful eyes gazing over the landscape as though searching for that one thing that would bring salvation. Every so often they would ride to each wagon ensuring that each was fine. And each time the pair that rode in the driver’s seat [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Death on the Bayou’
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 6
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on January 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 5
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on January 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The three raced into the court yard only to find themselves surrounded. Pania’s calculation had outnumbered thirty three to one. It would be a tough fight to escape this hell, but the need for survival greatly outweighed the temptation to curl up and die. All three brandished a pistol as they raced to the fountain [...]
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 4
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on December 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Shani dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin and waited for the dessert to be brought around. It was an excellent meal, and seemed full of flavour. Kingston even surprised both elves as he allowed Ezekiel to sit at the table with them and partake of the meal. Though, his explanation made some [...]
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 3
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on December 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Jeb, be a good boy an’ fetch my cane if you would,” Kingston said in a calm and cool voice that held the air of sophistication. “We are entertaining two fine ladies, so I must make certain my attire is appropriate.” He smiled to the small black boy and waved him off to [...]
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 2
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on October 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ezekiel Morgan followed obediently behind one of the slavers as he was taken out of the paddock. He’d seen this before, slaves taken from one owner to another. This was his time now. He prayed at least that maybe this master would be kind and understanding. Perhaps, maybe even grant him [...]
Death on the Bayou, Pt. 1
Posted in Black Mask and Pale Rider, tagged Death on the Bayou, prose on October 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Shreveport, Louisiana, September 23, 1863
Pania removed her duster and wiped her brow. Not only was it hot, but humid. Never before had she felt such conditions. The heat and humidity felt like a huge weight that bared down on her. Shani felt it too, as both gunslingers looked tired in the [...]
