Six Sentence Sunday

Another snipped from my work in progress, Rescue Operation. This is a continuation from last week.

“I want a look myself,” Buck said, “but it sounds good. We’ll need you big guys to do the prying.  Tod, you and Tammy keep watch on the road and let us know where they are.  If anyone asks, you’re hunting strays.  Probably hitting their transport’s too much to hope for, but we can try.  Maybe trigger a small slide across the trail just beyond where the flood will hit.”

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Six Sentence Sunday

Another snippet from my work in progress, Rescue Operation, continuing from two weeks ago.

At seventeen, he [Buck] was the leader of the group, which included most of the teenaged boys — and a few girls — in the small town.  “That dam goes every six or seven years, and folks around here know it.  Tod, you think it’s ready to go?”

Tod grinned.  “I wouldn’t want to be downstream during a major storm,” he said.  “Without a storm — well, it’d take some hard prying, but I think there’s a couple of big boulders ready to go.”

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Six Sentence Sunday

This is a continuation of last week’s post from my work in progress, working title Rescue Operation.

His blue eyes widened ingenuously.  “How long’s it been since the dam gave on Tilson’s stock pond?  Looked pretty shaky to me last time I rode by.  An’ the trace is right downhill.”

“Anybody live downstream now?” asked one of the more responsible members of the self-styled Horizon freedom fighters.

“No,” Buck said firmly.

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