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Scott Clegg

Chapter 8

As far as ranches go in these parts, Mr. Clyde Jenkins was doing rather well for himself. Having been the third generation of Jenkins in this area, his family had acquired a really nice piece of prime real estate in Sasaskwa valley in the shadows of the Twin…


Chapter 7

Trudie’s coffee shop opened much earlier than any other venue in town. Being that it was still early into hunting season, most of the town’s men were up and out of their homesteads early, looking to score an Axis stag or something of the like. Trudie was well…


Chapter 6

The melodic sounds of complex guitar riffs and punchy drum beats mingled with the nuanced voice of the legendary blues rock frontman welcomes the haggard visitor through the knotty pine doors of the rustic tavern. Garbed in hunting fatigues and littered with Indian jewelry, the grizzled man in…


Chapter 5

A humble fire crackles and dances behind an old and intricate fireplace screen. Depicting a herd of wild stallions galloping across rolling hills, the antique piece of blackened and sooty forged iron summed up the unfeigned characteristics of its creator, Mr. Greyfox, who stares motionless into the flames…


Chapter 4

A light blanket of fog floats over Lake Wenatchee. The pitch black water under the waning moon’s light, ripples ever so softly by a crisp westerly breeze. The Lake’s namesake established in 1811 by Chief Clawfoot of the Wenatchi tribe was the main source of survival and vitality…


Chapter 3

The passage of thirty years goes unnoticed in the vast wilderness. Time has little authority in such places. When man’s abuse and consumption is absent from its indigenous existence, natural symbiosis ensues. The world spins in harmonious splendor. This tranquility however, is short lived as the reach of…


Chapter 2

The large open clearing is comprised of numerous smooth stones. Each massive block positioned about in an unnatural circular arrangement around its perimeter. Time and the forces of nature did not wear away the land exposing these monoliths. These were entrenched here by someone or something before recorded…


Chapter 1

1966 - Silver Falls Washington

Jake fixes his stare out the front window of his dad's old clunker of a pickup truck. Past the filth of a neglected window, looking further down the highway towards a spot near the horizon, the road seems to disappear into the unrelenting…

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