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Never one to turn down a dare, Nathan snatched the chalk sock from Brandon’s hands and began applying a healthy layer of climbers chalk on his hands.
No more words were exchanged.
Nathan clapped his hands together, adjusted his sunglasses, and like a prize fighter sizing up his next victim, let his gaze follow the rock formation from base to summit. A wall of treacherous stone towered over him, reaching more than 400 feet toward the heavens.
His face held a mask of battle-hardened determination.
Nathan’s mind was free of fear. As clear as the blue sky that spanned from horizon to horizon above him, his thoughts held little sway upon his conscience, like wispy white clouds on the outer fringes of his mind. The sun was his only guidance; a beacon of inspiration that provided focus for the task ahead.
Nathan lunged for the first handhold, then the next. Without rope or safety harness, he completed the first 30 feet of the climb like a seasoned veteran. Hand
The Last Dance of the LakotaChief Ghost Wolf watched through pensive and blurry eyes as his people danced against the firelight, like they had done for as long as time remembered. Like blades of grass set in motion by the tranquil prairie winds, so too did the Lakota people sway in rhythm with the pounding of the drums and the enchanting cadence of the proud and once mighty tribe. Dressed in their elaborate and colorful traditions passed down through the ages, his people opened up their troubled hearts to the Great Spirit in the sky.
He watched as the elders danced.
He remembered when the buffalo once thundered across the grasslands.
He watched as the tribe warriors danced.
He remembered when the rivers once ran clear and free of hatred and intolerance.
He watched as the women danced.
He remembered when his people once roamed the lowlands as free men.
He watched as the children danced.
He remembered when the vast open skies once held promise and hope.
He watched as the U.S. Calvary assembled in great numbers from
Dan Swagger: Death Only Knocks Once - Part 6Chicago South Side Liberty Motel
"Pull yourself together Dan. Feeling sorry for yourself ain't going to help matters none," I whispered, soft enough that only gods and the dead could hear.
I leaned down and picked up the only sock of mine that wasn't soaked in blood, then picked up the gun that was on the floor. It was a Colt 45 model M1917 revolver , serial number 193224. As I had suspected, it was mine. Its brushed blue carbon steel was cold in my hand. I checked the cylinder; one shot spent and there was black powder residue present in the chamber. No visible prints. I'd have to confirm later once I had my snooper gear. I laid the gun on the bed, and took a whiff of my shooting hand. As I feared, it smelled of gunpowder.
"Damn it Dan, you really done it this time." I'd hoped the gods hadn't heard that.
Set up? Like hell.
This was an open and shut murder case and as it stood, I was suspect number one. Who was I kidding? I was the only suspect.
Dan Swagger: Death Only Knocks Once - Part 5Time and place unknown...
I decided the need for quick cash out-weighed any suspicions I might have of Mrs. Gladys, so I took the job. Pretty dames and the devil's currency are every man's weakness. Even a seasoned veteran like myself isn't totally immune to their powers.
We shared a few more drinks and conversation that night, and that's the last I remember of that evening
I woke up suddenly to find myself in a small, dark room. The sound of the furnace kicking in woke me from my sleep. My head was pounding, and I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. A red flashing glow was streaming across the bed from the only window in the room, providing some faint lighting. As my eyes adjusted
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