Another Chance PrologueBefore the silhouettes even appeared over the rolling hills to her left, the feeling of dread had already settled itself within her breast.
The sun was falling, and the calf that she had worked desperately to save was now collapsed beside her in exhaustion. How he had managed to drift this far from the herd and his mother was beyond her.
She knew that the other wranglers would be getting worried about her, but since it was dusk, and she was so far away from camp, there was nothing she could do. It wasnt too chilly yet at night; besides, she reasoned with herself, this calf wont make it back to camp and all that effort to save him would have been for nothing.
Still, for some reason, she was uneasy. She had spent more time out here, on the range alone, than most of the men back across the valley could boast. I shouldnt be scared. And yet, she was terrified.
Before she even had the time to set th
Farewell Speech Farewell Speech
This year has passed by in a flash: what should have been ten excruciating months of torture seems like only a few months of fun. How, I wonder, is that possible? I mean, teenagers arent supposed to have fun in school, are they? Isnt it against the law?
Well, I guess we must have
Blood Duty Chapter Two The Journey Begins
Eztli grunted in frustration; she was trying to keep up a steady jog into unfamiliar territory, but the ocelot male was frequently interfering. After the first night that he stayed with her, she realized that the feline was no ordinary predator - he was something to be regarded and honored as though royalty. With his assistance, Eztli had narrowly escaped capture from the numerous hunting parties scouring the area
Blood Duty Chapter One Breaking Sunrise
As soon as she was out of sight from them, Eztli slowed to a ground covering jog; quickly carrying her away from her would-be captors. Now, she had time to wonder, why did they let me go? I killed one of their men. They had me captured, and then that one that slapped me, he just died. When he spoke, he looked funny. I wonder what happened to him.
Blood Duty Character SheetEztli: Name means Blood. Sixteen summers year old girl; extremely important sacrifical slave of the Aztecs. Sub-culture of the Aztecs. Tall, lithe, agile, cat-like, witty, strong. Long, black, curling hair; chocolate skin; four claw marks on back of left thigh; black eyes that turn a milky blue; swirling tattos that move. Stunningly beautiful.
Itotia: Name means Dance. Nineteen winters old man; a priest-like man, mainly a warrior for the Mayan. Aztec born. Tall, muscular, built like a silent hunter. Short cropped, straight black hair; rusty skin; dark brown eyes; cat eyes tattooed on right shoulder. Handsome in rugged way.
Ocelotl: Name means Jaguar. Thirty-eight springs year old man; older priest, mayan and Aztec parentage. Short, stocky, bear-like. Greying, shoulder length hair; deeply tan skin; one eye milky white, the ot
Blood Duty: Epilogue Epilogue
She ran for her life, the beautiful tattoos that covered her dusk-like body, flashing through the dim light of dawn in the rainforest. Her long legs strained, and she was sure her lungs were going to burst with every stride she took. Not far behind her, the pounding of many footsteps could be heard like thunder.
Spanish Sunsets: Chapter Two Chapter Two
The next morning at school, Spanish is my first class. Señora Damigo asks everyone to try as hard as they can to not speak English.
Ahora, she says, now, ¿Cualquier persona sabe qué clase de herencia tienen? ¿Es cualquier persona aquí español? Does anyone know what kind of heritage they have? Is anyone here Spanish?
I raise my hand, Señora, soy a medias español, y fluido en la lengua. Viene como una primera lengua a mí, aunque soy fluido en inglés también. Mi madre era español puro, y he aprendido la lengua así que puedo sentir algo en común c
Spanish Sunsets: Chapter One Chapter One
Its my first day of high school in the city. I mean, since kindergarten, I had been going to the little school in my hometown of Cross Plains, Texas. Weird name huh? Well now I go to Palo Duro High School in Amarillo, Texas, which is a ways from home, lets say.
All these kids are city slickers. With their jerseys and tube tops. Man, how can these parents let their daughters go out in these clothes? Home, they would call it prostitution! I walk into the crowd after getting off the bus. I have to hike my jeans out of my butt, and unstick my Roxy shirt from my stomach.
Cowgirl. Thats what those city slickers call me. Not that they know what a cowgirl is. They probably think of a cowgirl as a young, but physically mature female, in tight jeans, with a big bosom and a cowboy hat, as they call it, but its really called a Stetson, not that they would care. And they probably think that the cow part means to well, have cows. What weirdoes. And sorry for the run on sentence.
Ok, cut the bullcrap, and Ill give you a formal introduction. My name is Train. Yep, thats right. Like those kind of transportations that go choo choo! Who knows w