Chapter Eleven, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

Chapter Eleven, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

CHAPTER ELEVEN The High Cliffs of Russia Dutch moved the bottle of Bacardi back to his lips, runnels of tears falling from his cheeks. I pried the half-empty bottle out of his clenched hand. I propped it back into a cleft between two nearby rocks. “Stop blubbering and...
Chapter Eight, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

Chapter Eight, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea

CHAPTER EIGHT The Pass of the Isle of the Tsar of Russia Instead of going to my own cabin, I headed directly down to Botany Bay’s number 36. There was something about the way in which the Basque woman had looked at me earlier, which was drawing me back. Don had stayed...
Hello America……

Hello America……

Hello America….. Can we get something straight? I mean really straight, for those who’ve read any history whatever or gone to school and taken any history, sociology or anthropology courses? America was never established, created, planned, designed, born,...