BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 51 –“Call of the Cadron”

Excerpt from “Call of the Cadron”

“She slid her right index finger onto the smooth, metal trigger of the 30-30, the rifle heavy in her hands. She stood still, her eyes fixed on the swishing evergreens. The thumping sound grew louder. She froze. Crashing through the cedars, a huge black bear came snarling, growling, and clawing. At sight of Jordan, the furry creature roared viciously. It lumbered toward her. Something was terribly wrong! Jordan shivered at the thought of emptying her rifle into the distressed animal–and not killing it. How many shots would it take?  Jordan didn’t know.

Adrenaline coursed through her, giving her a sudden surge of strength. She stood, rifle ready, not taking her eyes off the agitated bear. Would it consider her friend or foe? Would it pass by or charge to kill? Nothing mattered but this moment and how to survive. Her hands kept steady on the rifle.

The bear reared on its hind legs and kept snarling. Blood spurted from its left shoulder where a broken arrow spread open the flesh. With an agonized growl, the bear charged.”

CALL of the CADRON

BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 44 (from my files)

As I shred old copies of my writing, I sometimes come across a note that makes me stop and think. Like this note within a folder, marked CADRON– “Writing is no longer fun. I work at it but I do not enjoy it. I seem to have lost something in the shuffle of life.
Today I must start the novel. First, I will give it a name. ALONG THE CADRON
THE CADRON CREEK
AS THE CADRON DRIFTS
THE CADRON DRIFTS EASTWARD
EASTWARD FLOWS THE CADRON
EASTWARD DRIFTS THE CADRON

The Cadron Drifts Eastward

Westward

The Cadron drifts westward
with its secret and song.
Two hearts wait patiently
yet ever so long.
One will claim ownership,
the other must leave
desolate and destined
forever to grieve.”

Years later, here’s the book in published form.    CALL of the CADRON