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Finch Takes the StageAre they coming? the wounded man asked, his voice gritty and shaken, panic-stricken.Finch Takes the Stage
Another string of louder gunshots rang out and I winced as if expecting a blow to the head. Passengers in the coach closer to the conflict screamed, and those in our cabin who were conscious and able mirrored them in scared, reactive response. Having no desire to reaffirm the man's already answered suspicions, I took an alarmed step away from him as fear for my own life overshadowed the burden of my responsibilities as a doctor. Shameful, really; but there were men out there, men more than willing to take the lives of others without


There is Thunder in Our HeartsThe incessant patter of rain against the umbrella just above my head quickened, and a precise crack of thunder echoed through the narrow valley. I tromped through tall, damp grass, the long blades whipping at my military trousers and leaving streaks of rain water in their wakes. Clenching my fist around the umbrella handle in irritation, I continued down the meandering slope of a hill and into the basin of the valley, where puddles of rainwater already began to pool.There is Thunder in Our Hearts
He was standing there, chalky hair and corresponding robes clinging to his body like some poorly fitting glove. Pathetic really, yet somehow serene in a way only he
| Boot Hill is a novel in progress written by yours truly, though is the brainchild of both myself and =lone-momo, with the loving character assistance of ~wiredgirl. Genre: Western/fantasy, with a touch of romance, electricity, gun-toting action, and adventure. For more information, please see my LiveJournal *** Boot Hill: A common name for the burial grounds of gunfighters, or those who "died with their boots on." Welcome to Nesot, a country where magic has dissipated, the aristocracy's hold is loosening and turmoil has sprouted amid its civilians. Among them is Lindsay Madoc, a withdrawn albeit talented young doctor. Sudden rumors that the now extinct magic still exists within Lindsay quickly spreads to the attentions of the four families ruling over Nesot, who have been vying for supremacy ever since magic collapsed. Fearing his arrest or worse, Lindsay flees from the city he's been raised in. He seeks refuge in the Splinters, a desert wilderness where lawlessness abounds and the already stagnant economy is controlled by gunslingers and thieves. Escaping into the heart of the Splinters aboard a train, Lindsay's freedom is only fleeting when he is confronted by a trigger-happy outlaw by the name of Finch, who seems to know more about the doctor than he's willing to reveal. Petrified and defenseless, Lindsay is taken captive by the man and his menacing gang under the pretense that his medical trade is desired among their ranks. The longer Lindsay hides behind the protection of gunslingers, however, the more he learns about the fierce, charming, and most of all mysterious man only known as Finch--and his unprecedented discoveries entwine them together in a fight or flight for their lives. |
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Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath? Yeah...
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