Militia Hostage
Copyright 2018, Steven M. Moore
Sullie saw the Jeep Cherokee winding its way along the dirt road, often hidden by pine trees and leaving a dust cloud behind it when visible. He looked at his dog lying on his old throw rug; Fang wagged his tail.
“Looks like we have visitors, old boy.” He reached for his shoulder holster containing his Glock and slipped it on while still sitting in the wicker rocker.
The dog then sensed the approaching vehicle, sprang to a sitting position, and...
Published on October 18, 2018 03:30