Story Excerpt Sunday: From Ghost Point by James A. Hetley

Ghost Point by James A. Hetley The mortars rained out of the hot ’Nam sky, Crump! Crump! Crump! into the shit-stinking paddy mud. Den Carlsson threw himself flat, scanned the battlefield, and the third round always took the looie as … Continue reading

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Story Excerpt Sunday: From La Desperada by Patricia Burroughs

La Desperada by Patricia Burroughs She refused to ask how much longer they would be riding. Instead she chose her words carefully to find out the same information, she hoped, without seeming to complain. “Have you chosen our destination?” He … Continue reading

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