I obeyed his command and released the man who had abused the blond. I was glad to be away from him. The tattooed snake on his arm was too good. It gave me the willies. With hate in his eyes, the bleeding man with the gun said, “Where is Julie? What have you done with her, you scum bag!” He leaped at the tattooed man and hit him with the butt of his gun. The tattooed man fell to the ground and was knocked out cold. The bleeding man kicked and cursed the man at his feet.
Roo and I took the trail down toward the creek where we saw the woman kidnapped and the man shot. After several switch-back turns through dense cedar trees and limestone boulders, Roo stopped and growled. I could not hear them yet, but I knew Roo was letting me know they were coming in our direction. Having walked Roo on every deer path in the park, I knew where we could hide. We scurried up another path to our right and hid on top a giant limestone boulder that had falle
I sat on the last seat nearest to the aisle, fourth row from the front. I was, after all, the bride’s cousin, first removed. My mother had agreed to hold the wedding in her backyard, which was on a bluff that over looked a modest canyon. Carved out by a large creek, limestone cliffs lined one side of a flat basin. Puffy canopies of sycamore, cedar, and oak trees filled the canyon like opened umbrellas in a rain storm. I was among an estimated fifty people who were attendin
Chapter 1 Geology was everywhere and Dr. Ruby Stone was glad to have the knowledge to understand the environment she was in. The stair-stepped topography of the Glen Rose Formation in northwest Austin, Texas, made for a laborious climb. The alternating hard limestone and soft mud/sand layers had been deposited due to regression/progression series of near shore and off-shore environments during the Cretaceous – about sixty million years ago. Ruby’s short legs did not help.