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Since I have taken A Wolf's Paradise offline in hopes of it going into publication, I will be changing the scope of my blog.

I am now going to try and provide a forum if you will, for all things writing. Friends that would like to throw out short-stories, interviews, reviews, etc, etc.

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Cheers, Mates!


Monday, May 23, 2011

Chapter Two, Part Two

  The sheriff of Bettles had received a call a few minutes earlier from Nancy Browerton, who lived over on Central Street about a giant timber wolf that was just roaming around the streets of town and had just about scared the life out of her and her son Tommy.

 Sheriff Jon Brown knew a thing or two about timber wolves, and he knew that there was no way that one of these fellows would just wander into town on it’s own unless it was crazy or rabid, or both. If it was as big as Nancy claimed, he knew for double sure it wouldn’t just wander into town, the big ones usually lived way out in the wild barrens of Alaska and wouldn’t come this close to civilization.

  Occasionally a small gray, or a brown would be seen on the outskirts of town, but these were generally small wolves, that were probably looking for a garbage can to ransack or a chicken to steal. So why a giant timber would be roaming the streets of Bettles, seemingly oblivious to the people who lived here was beyond the sheriff’s comprehension, unless it really was mad.

  After receiving the call, Sheriff Jon Brown quickly snatched up his silver tinted cop shades, the very same ones Ponch had worn on C.H.I.P.S, God he loved that crappy old cop show, his 30-30 hunting rifle and his deputy, Joey Smalls. Jumping into his Ford Bronco, the deputy asked him what was going on, and why the hell were they in such a hurry about it?