For continuous listening, go to Spotify or anchor.fm…. 4/21/2021Frontier GentlemanAces and Eights4/20/19584/24/2021The Halls of IvyProfessor Walden’s Son4/23/19524/24/2021Screen Director’s PlayhouseThe Sky’s the Limit4/24/19494/24/2021Yours Truly Johnny DollarThe Shepperd Matter, Parts 3-44/18/20214/24/2021Yours Truly Johnny DollarThe Shepperd Matter, Part 54/20/20214/24/2021Lonesome GalThe End of Time4/2/19514/24/2021Inner … Continue reading
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11/21/2020Mark TrailThe Poisoned Turkeys11/22/195011/21/2020Father Knows BestHappy Thanksgiving11/23/195011/21/2020Philip MarloweThe Birds on the Wing11/26/194911/21/2020The WhistlerTwo-Year Plan11/25/194611/21/2020The Hall of FantasyThe Masks of Ashor11/23/195311/21/2020Strange WillsDeath Has Ten Words11/23/1946 Drawing. Comic strip, “Mark Trail,” art by Ed Dodd. GA*22370. Mark Trail “The Poisoned Turkeys” November … Continue reading
“Don’t be ridiculous!” I pointed a shaky finger at the degausing coil. “And put that thing down, will you? I kind of prefer my brain unscrambled.” She continued to point it straight at my forehead. “Who are you, really?” “I’m … Continue reading
I don’t mind telling you that the trip north was my dark night of the soul. Firth had been an echo, as convincing an imitation of a human being as I’d ever seen, and now my only companion—if you could … Continue reading
I’d never used a signal gun, never thought about them, though there’s a whole paragraph about alternate uses for one in the pilot’s handbook. Now that Firth was pointing one at me, suddenly it was the most fascinating thing on … Continue reading
“Only two? obstacles,” I said. “I hope a meteor shower counts as one of them.” Firth was more intense than ever. “She’s more than a hundred kilometers beyond our authorized distance.” I laughed. “Are you kidding? That’s not an obstacle, … Continue reading
A scream and a thundering thud had me counting my teeth, but I put on a cheerful face. “See? Our luck’s starting to turn already. And only another 45 kilometers–” Serena broke in, suddenly much clearer. “…down their spears and watered … Continue reading
“Only Fifty More Kilometers” It was as if I had awakened from a dream. Suddenly we were deep in the quadrant with rocks coming down all around us and we were still alive. I couldn’t tell how my cohort was … Continue reading
The Appeal The message was pretty scratchy, but out of the scramble came a woman’s voice saying, “When the stars threw down their spears.” “That’s pretty weird,” I told Firth. “And not much to go on.” He was unmoved. “It’s … Continue reading
“Enter Commander Abel Firth” Enter Commander Abel Firth. I’d never met the guy, never heard of him. But he had security badges like you wouldn’t believe. He had an Omega Orange. And he was all business. He said: “You’ve heard … Continue reading