THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XII

The din coming from the interior of the party house was deafening. I moved inside, stepping to the left in order to keep my right hand free, and also allow Gularte to be a second target instead of both of us potentially being taken as one. There were about a dozen...
The Cowardly Lion,  Chapter XXVII

The Cowardly Lion, Chapter XXVII

Craig and I rode in his 1960 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible.  He’d driven in and picked me up outside my apartment, as he lived at the bachelor officer’s quarters on the base.  We didn’t drive from there in silence, but we drove without talking.  The Bonneville’s...