Torton February 30, 863 AF “Alen,” Sam subvocalized, “how are you coming with the pumps?” “I have six of them that can be powered by
Category: Badlands
Paula and I are in the process of expanding “From the Badlands” from the short story it is now, available on amazon, into a full fledged novel. It is part of the novel you will see on this site.
Sam Merchantson rode into the badlands trying to lose a posse. He should have died, but his luck was in and the sensors were out. Sam lived in a world of cattle-rustling and muzzle-loading pistols.
But it hadn’t always been that way. Once it had been a colony world, filled with the fruits of advanced technology . . . then the enemy had come. They had gotten most of the colonists and almost all the tech. There will be new things coming into the world when Sam returns From The Badlands.
Chapter 6—Elections
Spurlock’s Bar, Torton February 25, 873 AF Samuel Richard Merchantson, presently known as Sam Martin, looked around the barroom with a smile on his
Chapter 5—Back to the Badlands
Badlands Compensate 9, 862 AF “Brownie, you’re the dumbest pig on the face of the earth,” Sam muttered. Actually, Brownie was a pretty good
Prolog: Hidden history of Jorden
Twenty-three years after founding Isith Fragment, outer system of Jorden It detected the disruption of thought that was the signature of the disease the moment
Chapter 4—Gilden City
Chapter 4—Gilden City Tax Office, Gilden City December 17, 862 AF “I understand you’re here to pay taxes?” The wiry, little bald man in the
Chapter 3—Through the Badlands
Chapter 3—Through the Badlands Torton December 2, 862 AF “More water. All you can get. And blankets. It gets colder than you’d think