by Garrett W. Vance | Jun 23, 2021 |
The Stone Wall Village battlefield The riders of The First Cavalry of the Cretaceous sang songs of victory as they harassed the enemy's pikemen, dodging between their long lances, sowing chaos among their broken ranks. Lieutenant Tohbi-Oka' grinned at the...
by Garrett W. Vance | Apr 16, 2020 |
Stone Wall Village fields, behind enemy lines T'cumu watched in dismay as the enemy's Spaniard directed his troop of Rattlesnake Warrior pikemen to form a long line across the meadow grass. He studied the man, so similar to his friend, but a sinister shadow...
by Garrett W. Vance | Aug 20, 2018 |
Stone Wall Village A massive, dragon-like head poked out of the forest's shadow-filled edge, nostrils open wide and sniffing deeply. Drawn by the scent of fresh blood and the clamor of conflict, it licked its six-inch long fangs in expectation. It was such a...
by David Dove | Oct 15, 2017 |
Bobby Z saw the traffic light change to yellow and smiled. There was no way he was stopping. He shifted gears and stomped on the gas pedal. The Ford Mustang quickly responded to his actions and sped through the intersection Bobby laughed as the wind whipped through...
by Garrett W. Vance | Aug 16, 2017 |
The Drained Sea The First Cavalry of the Cretaceous and their accompanying foot soldiers made good time across the wide flats of the former sea bottom, pausing at the usual rest stops to water the horses, then pressing quickly on. Occasionally they saw the...
by Garrett W. Vance | Apr 19, 2017 |
The Great Chiefs' Lodge, Mesa Top Ni-T'o stood before those gathered around the central fire pit in the cavernous Great Chiefs' Lodge. The various sub-chieftains, elders, and wise-persons from the many so-called 'Pre-Mounds' tribes that made up the recently...
by Garrett W. Vance | Oct 16, 2016 |
Gonzalo stood on the wide, shady porch of his Spanish-style mud brick home, watching the tall figure of Nate Tucker ambling across the meadow. It was a familiar sight, but one he hadn’t seen for more than a week. “Hello, my friend!” he called out...
by Garrett W. Vance | Apr 25, 2016 |
It was the morning after the big party, and Nate’s head was still swimming from the crazy locoweed he had been smoking. He stumbled, bleary-eyed, out onto his front porch and looked at the colorful tipis dotting his meadow. Tipis . . . why are there tipis...
by Garrett W. Vance | Oct 25, 2015 |
Part One: A Conspiracy of Ravens Fort Lookout, Mesa Top Nate Tucker was kissing the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was the Raven Priestess, worshiped by her people. A crowd of onlookers surrounded them, which apparently didn't bother her one bit. He could...
