Ambush Stories

My trail led out of wilderness, a goat path headed down.  For years somehow I'd stood the test of mining desperate ground.  Now with rifle cradled like a child and pistols here and there. With eyes this world had not beguiled, that had a look that said: "Fair's fair."  I was halfway down Wolf Mountain when several shots cut loose. I reigned my horse still, spun him round, gave him both my boots.  He scrambled to the trail...

There were little fireflies in the dark sky, and that's how I knew it was nighttime. Momma called them stars, and I always loved looking up at them. There was also an enormous white will-o'-the-wisp that watched over the fireflies, but Momma called it the moon. Momma sometimes let me sit outside the place where we sleep to look up at the stars with her, and that's what I was doing now. The place was peaceful. Many others...

Ambush Each full moon they stream out into the grass. Sixteen men veterans all move under the moon. Not a word spoken, they know the job at hand. Back in camp they call for the copters. Silence is there friend, their savior. In the distance they hear grunts. Lead man smiles and gives a blessing to his forefathers. Three klicks to the water hole,On the south rim they will wait. The full moon danced on the tall grass as the...

Chapter 8 Into The Storm I see him standing on a meadow of fragrant flowers and wild garlic. One of those clandestine places in the forest, where if a deer would pass by, stepping on garlic leaves, the pungent smell would linger in the air for a long time, and mix with sunlight, coming through the branches of trees… Aret indeed is not alone, but I can’t see who he’s with. I hear the whisper behind my back. We’re riding fu...