Blastin' the Blues
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Walking the Dark Tracks
on’t say a word,” Woody whispered, his finger pressed to his lips. Griffith nodded once. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. With a trembling hand, he gently stroked the back of Dog’s head. The Chancellor’s thugs stood just yards away, and the faithful hound refused to stop his purrlike growling.
Under the cover of darkness, Griffith, Woody, and Dog huddled together in the thick brush by the side of the tracks. After leaping from the speeding train bound for St. Louis, Woody had used the skills he’d honed fighting in the jungles of Cuba... see more
Recovery and Reality
lizabeth pulled Ruby and Graham closer. “For so long, I didn’t want to believe that the Chancellor was behind all this,” she said. “Now look what I’ve done.”
“You didn’t do anything,” Graham said, squeezing his mother’s hand.
“You can’t blame yourself,” added Ruby. She dabbed the tears from the corner of her mother’s eye with the napkin that had been sitting on the table.
At the far end of the dining car, Scribe stepped through the doorway. Crazy Feet and Tales followed close... see more