Western Watch — Chapter 22

Agaric wrenches the sword from the dirt-scratcher’s throat and the man spasms one last time.              Pain-filled gurgles, and the slick crunch of steel hacking through bone fills his ears as his warriors dispatch the last of the armoured men Read More …

Western Watch — Chapter 21

“Well, get yer ass up on the roof if you’re so damned set on getting it shot off.”  Droellen resumes shoving a ramrod down the matchlock barrel, grunting as he pushes the wadding home, muscles rippling across his bare shoulders. Read More …

Western Watch — Chapter 20

Hurry, damn, it. They’re coming.  In seconds a thousand clan hooves will be pounding up to Little Westhold!             Merreth looks up sharply and peers along the road.  No clan. Of course, if they were on the road there’d be Read More …

Western Watch — Chapter 19

Merreth’s mount stamps its foot and snorts. She leans forward and rubs its neck.  A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek, drips onto the saddle horn, and vanishes.  It’s is well past mid-afternoon and the air is stone still Read More …