Tag: nothing gold can stay

“It doesn’t matter if it’s my fault or not. It will be by the time I get there.”

  On either side Newenham airport fell rapidly away from them and Liam’s stomach gave its usual takeoff flip-flop.  “She’s going to kill me,” he muttered through clenched teeth. He hadn’t meant to be heard but the headset was a good one and Prince turned her head to stare.  “Why would she be mad at you?” The…

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It had not been a fun summer.

And now here Rebecca was, five months later, waking up in a one-room shack deep in a canyon somewhere between the Wood River Mountains, which together formed part of the southwestern curve of the Alaska Range.  The mine sat on a creek in a deep, narrow crevice formed between three mountains four, five and six thousand…

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“Could have been a bear,” Charlene told Liam. Two others had had their canoe shot out from under them on Three Lake. “Probably not a bear,” Liam told Charlene.

Neither one of them was a pilot, so they chartered Wy Chouinard to fly them into their preferred hunting area, the long, level plateau between the broad plain that sloped down into the Nushagak River on the east and the Wood River Mountains on the west, where a small but fecund herd of caribou fattened…

Read more “Could have been a bear,” Charlene told Liam. Two others had had their canoe shot out from under them on Three Lake. “Probably not a bear,” Liam told Charlene.

“Okay, you can be boss.”

“Anything else?” “Yeah, the phone was ringing when I walked in the door.  Some guy, name of Montgomery, looking for–” “Lyle Montgomery, looking for his daughter,” Liam said with a sigh, and glanced at the calendar.  First of September, first of the month.  Montgomery was right on schedule. “You know him?” “He’s got a daughter missing.  Name of Cheryl.”  Liam…

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“…turning and banking again she came around for a second pass, this time waiting another fifteen seconds before she dropped the mailbag.”

Next up was a zig to Akamanuk, perching precariously on the edge of the Nushagak River two big bends above Newenham.  She buzzed the homestead, two buildings, a short airstrip crowded with trees and a tilled rectangle of earth with what looked like a very healthy crop of potatoes.  Ted came out and peered skyward.  She turned, banked,…

Read more “…turning and banking again she came around for a second pass, this time waiting another fifteen seconds before she dropped the mailbag.”

The magistrate.

Bill was in the business of justice, not retaliation, and she evaluated every case brought before her with the same care and attention.  The problem was, the fishermen against whom fish and game trooper Charlene Taylor, swore out complaints kept saying the same things, over and over again, until they sounded like a sixth grader…

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The joys of police work, con’t.

“What do you want to do, Prince?  Set out across country?  In what direction?  We looked everywhere on the Nunapitchuks’ homestead for a trail.  We didn’t find squat, except for game trails.  We can’t follow them all.  Maybe we could bring in some dogs, pick up a trail that way.  Chances of that are, oh,…

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The old fart.

Peter Obadiah Cole was widely believed to be on the run from the law, and that was true.  He was also on the run from Congress, the courts and the White House; in fact, from all branches of government.  He was on the run from traffic, in the air, on the ground or out at…

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Relationships.

On either side Newenham airport fell rapidly away from them and Liam’s stomach gave its usual takeoff flip-flop.  “She’s going to kill me,” he muttered through clenched teeth. He hadn’t meant to be heard but the headset was a good one and Prince turned her head to stare.  “Why would she be mad at you?”…

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The reluctant gold miner.

And now here Rebecca was, five months later, waking up in a one-room shack deep in a canyon somewhere between the Wood River Mountains, which together formed part of the southwestern curve of the Alaska Range.  The mine sat on a creek in a deep, narrow crevice formed between three mountains four, five and six…

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