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bird and bear and hare and fish...
Roland's eyes flew open and he held stock-still. Something had awoken him; something wasn't right. His right hand crept toward his guns--which weren't where they'd been when he fell asleep. He carefully turned his head, still listening hard, trying to discern what had triggered his instincts, what was screaming NOT RIGHT NOT RIGHT in his head, ( Read more... ) -
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Roland had put off this particular palaver for far too long. Alain's questions had only driven home this fact, woke it up in his conscious mind; it'd been in the back of his head for weeks now. He wouldn't tell Susan everything, but there were some facts about him that he felt she had the right to know. He wasn't the fourteen year old lad who'd ( Read more... ) -
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Six people, a billy bumbler and a horse drank a lot of water, so Roland was gathering up the various waterskins, containers (and for Pylon, large bucket) to refill them at the waterfall. Slinging the last two empty waterskins over his shoulder, he straightened and headed out of camp, in a fairly good mood. For another five seconds, anyway. -
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[Continued from here.]Roland nodded and climbed to his feet, helping Cuthbert up. He wasn't particular on the where, so long as it wasn't right out in the open. He looked around once and headed for the trees, his fingers laced with Cuthbert's as he pulled him quickly toward cover. His heart still felt pulled in two directions at once, but he ( Read more... ) -
As if one ka-mai wasn't enough...
Roland approached the shelter the pale boy had pointed him to, eyes narrowed and hands on his guns. He hesitated a few feet from the doorway, listening to his instincts, looking for signs that this was a trap, an ambush. "If thee mean me no harm, show yourself," he called, glancing behind him. The boy had disappeared. Not a good sign.