Havre ‘Neath the Streets

The glass block sidewalk gives off a glow, to light up the secrets hidden below. Wet your whistle at the Eagle Saloon,   as the piano plays a Scott Joplin tune. Way in the back the poker game’s on,   they’ll still be there well after dawn. The cowboys and Indians are a helluva sight,Continue reading “Havre ‘Neath the Streets”

Fat Boys on Harleys

Fat Boys on Harleys never had this much fun,   As takin; my XR for a High Desert run. Throwing rooster tails out from the back,    Bouncin’ off berms out on the track.  Thorns from a Mesquite are tearin’ my sleeve,     I’m havin’ more fun than you might believe. Up on the pegsContinue reading “Fat Boys on Harleys”

Chapter19: Bloodied

“At ease, men. Close the door!” ordered Captain Taylor. He had assembled the men of I Company in the Howell County courthouse. There was a feeling of anticipation as the troopers waited for their company commander to speak. Taylor looked sternly at the men, making sure he had their full attention. “How many of youContinue reading “Chapter19: Bloodied”

Chapter 16: Camp Rankin

“DeLay, I’m promoting you to Quartermaster Sergeant.” “That’s fine, Sir. What is a Quartermaster Sergeant?” “You’ll be responsible for all the company supplies and equipment.” Reuben glanced down the barren street assigned to the company. Some of the men had made half-shelters out of the blankets they had been issued the evening before. The restContinue reading “Chapter 16: Camp Rankin”

Chapter 14: Mounted Riflemen

Chapter 14 Mounted Riflemen               “Yer out!”             Cheers erupted from the crowd of spectators. The Country Boys had just defeated the Centerville Nine by a score of 3-2. They had finally learned to work together as a team and make the best of each player’s skills. There were Huzzahs all around and the opposingContinue reading “Chapter 14: Mounted Riflemen”

Part II: War

Chapter 12: Better Angels             Crack!             Reuben slung the bat behind him and dashed for first base. He looked up to see the direction of the ball as he ran. It was fair, but flying high. As it started on its downward trajectory, the man on third base ran towards it. His bare handsContinue reading “Part II: War”