Ringo’s luck at dodging bullets had not changed. In the fusillade of munitions that bombarded the house in those pre-dawn moments, he took a bullet through the fleshy part of his left inner thigh. The blood poured so fast from the wound that he would have been dead in...
“Before I start, let me get one thing out of the way. Bo, did it not occur to you that the gun that you held to my head was the gun that my father gave you?” What a way to start. She was upset with the rough treatment and accusations. Now she had our attention and she...
Hello friends! You may be wondering what happened to this week’s installment of The Saragossa Bottling Company. Not to brag, but I was experiencing relief from the Austin heat, and an outstandingly fun time with my son and his new wife in the beautiful,...
Read from the beginning Dimity gasped and stiffened in my embrace. Conflicted, I held the gun aslant to her head, just so she’d know it was there but not to threaten her life. Like a cobra, she bowed up for a brief second, her hat falling to the ground. Her chamomile...
Read from the beginning We stepped out the door into a thundering rainstorm. Ringo started the motorcycle and I got into the side car. It all seemed reckless and desperate, and frankly hopeless. “I know some mountain shortcuts,” he said, “that she would not be able to...
Read from the beginning “Could someone have stolen it?” I asked. “No one knows we’re here. Only Dimity.” “Ha. Yeah, well we know that’s not…wait, you’re not suggesting…” Ringo ran his fingers through his hair. The notion that Dimity could have come in while we were...
