Excerpt from Eric
OK...so I haven't written for a while. Our 7 year old grandson came to visit and he is energy personified! My wife and I spent two weeks trying to keep up with him.
I am working on a second book called The Horse with the Golden Mane and Other Stories. At least that is the working title. Here is an excerpt from a story called ERIC.
And now, he saw the guards again, moving from the shadows of the meadows and rushing toward him. He heard Eric growl. Saw the animal bunch. But it was not men plunging headlong from the tall grass. It was animals. Sol gripped his walking stick in his right hand, prepared to defend his dog and himself.
The high grass split apart and four distinct forms emerged into the clearing, single file, moving quickly. At first, Sol thought them coyotes for he'd heard that coyotes inhabited the swamp as did other animals. The moon was bright enough to discern the shapes and sizes and they were not coyotes but wild dogs. He saw an immense German sheperd leading the pack, its silver, black coat glistening in the moonlight. Next came an animal that resembled a coyote, a small dog with a linear face and hair the color of wheat. The third dog was box faced, bulky and long haired with a jagged scar across his snout, and finally, a black, massive animal resembling a pit bull with flat head, short cropped ears and a wrinkled face. They were wild and fierce. They hunted quarry. To them, Eric and Sol were food and it was food they hunted. To Eric, it was as if they had been enemies for life. For the law of the jungle pertains in many places and the jungles of Newark are not unlike those of any other nation except the quarry is seldom the same.
They didn't circle as wild dogs are apt to do. They had killed before and thus had no need to circle. So they charged at Sol, three of them attacking Sol, one lying behind to guard their rear. Eric intervened and smashed into the Shepard. They clashed with bared teeth, snarling and growling ominously. They leaped into an arc and heaved against each other in combat. Coyote attached Sol, grabbing him by the lower leg and wrestling the old man off balance. Eric broke off the siege with the Sheperd and plunged into Sol's attackers, grasping him by the hind leg and snapping his jaws shut. The dog yelped its dismay. It moved in behind the pack. Then Scar and the Pit Bull divided their efforts, Scar menacing Sol, while the Pit Bull joined the Shepard in his attack on Eric. The three dogs rolled over and over and over. Eric seized one by the leg. Sol could not tell which one. Coyote renewed his attack on the old man. Scar nipped at his arms while Coyote gnawed at his leg.
Please let me know if you are interested in how the battle ended. I am pretty sure that the comment section is now working.
I am working on a second book called The Horse with the Golden Mane and Other Stories. At least that is the working title. Here is an excerpt from a story called ERIC.
And now, he saw the guards again, moving from the shadows of the meadows and rushing toward him. He heard Eric growl. Saw the animal bunch. But it was not men plunging headlong from the tall grass. It was animals. Sol gripped his walking stick in his right hand, prepared to defend his dog and himself.
The high grass split apart and four distinct forms emerged into the clearing, single file, moving quickly. At first, Sol thought them coyotes for he'd heard that coyotes inhabited the swamp as did other animals. The moon was bright enough to discern the shapes and sizes and they were not coyotes but wild dogs. He saw an immense German sheperd leading the pack, its silver, black coat glistening in the moonlight. Next came an animal that resembled a coyote, a small dog with a linear face and hair the color of wheat. The third dog was box faced, bulky and long haired with a jagged scar across his snout, and finally, a black, massive animal resembling a pit bull with flat head, short cropped ears and a wrinkled face. They were wild and fierce. They hunted quarry. To them, Eric and Sol were food and it was food they hunted. To Eric, it was as if they had been enemies for life. For the law of the jungle pertains in many places and the jungles of Newark are not unlike those of any other nation except the quarry is seldom the same.
They didn't circle as wild dogs are apt to do. They had killed before and thus had no need to circle. So they charged at Sol, three of them attacking Sol, one lying behind to guard their rear. Eric intervened and smashed into the Shepard. They clashed with bared teeth, snarling and growling ominously. They leaped into an arc and heaved against each other in combat. Coyote attached Sol, grabbing him by the lower leg and wrestling the old man off balance. Eric broke off the siege with the Sheperd and plunged into Sol's attackers, grasping him by the hind leg and snapping his jaws shut. The dog yelped its dismay. It moved in behind the pack. Then Scar and the Pit Bull divided their efforts, Scar menacing Sol, while the Pit Bull joined the Shepard in his attack on Eric. The three dogs rolled over and over and over. Eric seized one by the leg. Sol could not tell which one. Coyote renewed his attack on the old man. Scar nipped at his arms while Coyote gnawed at his leg.
Please let me know if you are interested in how the battle ended. I am pretty sure that the comment section is now working.
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