Hand of Steel excerpt A chilly wind swept across the barren landscape, throwing dust into the air. Only a few tough grasses struggled for survival in Locostwa’s cracked soil.Hand of Steel excerpt by Rebel-Rider
I tore my gaze away from the bleak expanse and focused on the ramshackle town surrounding the spaceport inn we stayed in. We were here for bounties, not a lousy view of flat land with a few distant peaks.
Dad scanned the crowd of miners as they left one of the holes in the ground. All of them, other than the feathery Torfs, wore tattered clothing that did little to break the wind. Tattoos marked some as slaves.
I shivered and followed Dad. A long-sleeved shirt wasn’t enough to keep the chill away.
We headed past the slaves without looking for bounties hiding among them. Escaped slaves and criminals hid because they wanted to avoid the mines, or worse, the pits. They wouldn’t hide in the very place they wanted to escape.
I brushed dust from my hair. I should have cut it short before coming to such a dustbowl, but I lik
Country in Chaos excerptPrologueCountry in Chaos excerpt by Rebel-Rider
Steen leaned against a thick tree. Sweat ran down his face, and blood dripped from his bitten hand. With his good hand, he pulled a knife from his belt sheath and cut off the hem of his shirt to make a bandage.
The sound of animals crashing through the trees reached his ears. He stopped wrapping the bandage and fumbled for his pistol. Why’d the wolf have to bite his gun hand?
He finally drew the pistol and pointed it toward the noise.
A huge wolfdog with a bleeding face charged from the darkness of the trees. Behind him, at least a dozen other canines and big cats followed. The wolfdog paused and stared at Steen.
“Koda. I thought it was the others.” Steen holstered his pistol. “No luck?”
Koda’s tongue shot out and licked the blood running down his torn muzzle. “What do you think?” More growling than usual accented his voice.
Behind Koda, a hound balanced on three legs, her head low. A lion stood, a row of huge gashes torn
I'm a twenty-something Montana country girl. I'm an aspiring Christian artist and writer.
I have more experience drawing animals than humans.
Almost every picture I draw has a story behind it and pretty much every creature I draw is one of my characters.
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Even though I draw quite a few wolves, and other predators, I come from a family who hunts both for food and to protect our livestock. I strongly support hunting animals, even wolves, to control the population and reduce livestock predation.