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JACOBS PASS: Chapter 9

  Reaching the final turn on my trail that’s just before the downed maple tree where I plan to take another rest and try some of Walter’s fresh Local 88 I lift my eyes to see something I’ve only seen … Continue reading

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Jacobs Pass: Chapter 8

  The solemn silhouette sits crouched against the back wall of a world worn cabin watching as the sun begins its final descent into blackness of night. Rubbing his head with no comfort of another he sighs at the fading … Continue reading

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JACOBS PASS: Chapter 6

Back out on the wooden planks of the store fronts I have but one place to go before heading back home, the tavern to see Walter. Just as I’m about to reach Walter’s that’s when Luke, the sheriff, steps out … Continue reading

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JACOBS PASS: Chapter 5

Coming finally to the first casted shadow of the building on my right I feel my eyelids lower a bit and my mind sharpen. This isn’t intentional; it has become a reflex, somehow shadows casted from manmade objects swing the … Continue reading

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JACOBS PASS: Chapter 4

After about forty-five minutes along my trail, I call it mine simply because it ends at my front door and there’s no reason for anyone else to be traveling along it, I come across my usual resting spot on a … Continue reading

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JACOBS PASS: Chapter 3

Finishing my pipe and downing a couple cups of coffee, I head back in and slosh some water around in the mug and hang it on its nail above the sink. Grabbing the pot off the stove, I pour what’s … Continue reading

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The Mist of the Woods

            The crunch of the underbrush gave way to my hurried pace. I couldn’t tell if he was still on my trail because the hammering of my heart and heavy exhales were all I could hear. I was afraid to … Continue reading

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