THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter I

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter I

Marion Smoak was the head of protocol for the White House, or so the printed message delivered to my home by one of the compound Lincolns indicated. The time of the event, to be held at the San Clemente Inn, located not more than a mile from the Nixon residence...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two Chapter XXIX

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two Chapter XXIX

My wife’s comment reverberated through me to the core. The last thing I wanted or needed was for her to be exposed in any way to what was developing regarding my work with the people at the compound or what had become the Seven, now Eight Dwarfs. Richard’s unexpected...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVII

The ride back into the harbor entrance at Dana Point went smoothly, the wind and waves were at our back and there was no traffic of boats or lines of fisherman along the sea walls to impede our progress. The sound of the dual MTU diesels, thrumming away underneath me,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVI

The open sea beckoned us toward it, as I stared at the ever greater rise and fall of the bow. It seemed to be whispering “come my pretties,” as if somehow tied right into the wicked witch’s delivery from the Wizard of Oz. Gularte made it up from the main cabin, just...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXV

The lifeguard boat ran with the wind after making the turn to round the end of the San Clemente Pier, the only thing standing between the fast moving craft and the harbor opening into Dana Point’s yacht basin. The helicopters, Coast Guard boats and the yacht itself,...

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