The Werewolf and the Bullets – 3

What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead. I sat on the bank, my back against a tree that leaned over the creek. I wrung out my socks while my head throbbed and my right eye pulsed. I wasn't sure if it pulsed because of my headache, or because it was . . .... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf and the Bullets – 1

An hour ago, I was sitting in my cruiser, sipping tepid coffee and fighting sleep. Now, I'm crouching neck-deep in tepid swamp water, ignoring mosquitoes and trying to stay quiet. And to add to the fun, I'm pretty sure that there's an alligator a few feet behind me. Lately, this type of crap is happening... Continue Reading →

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