This is my entry for GreatHites #63. Lot of good authors over there I’m competing with – extremely pleased with the turn out for this topic. There is a bit of extra at the end of the recording so if you don’t normally listen you might check it out this one time. 🙂
July 21st 1897
To my dearest friend and mentor Father Daniel,
I write to you with desperate haste. I do hope the mail courier is able to procure this letter in a timely fashion for I require your knowledge and insight. As you know, Bishop Crane bequeathed to me his post in the town of Fairview New Mexico. The inhabitants here are finding themselves drawn to God and I find myself his living incarnation fighting for their salvation. Silver fever has polluted the many souls here and they look to me to make it right. We are also without a reputable physician so we have become reliant on the trite medical knowledge I acquired under Father Casper during my Monastery days.
The daughter of a prosperous business man Frank Winston, was brutally attacked. The poor dear was taken from her bed while she slept by something awful. She found herself clutching to life in their stable with a deep gash in her back. Daniel, it was unlike anything I have seen in all my forty years. No known animal or blade did that to her. Towns folk here formed a lynch mob that did little more than prowl the out-land ranches and scare a few sleeping farmers. These people are untamed and quick to band together, it makes me nervous.
I write to you because I fear something ungodly might be upon us. Your work with the young Doctor Van Helsing will hopefully be able instruct me and guide me in this dark hour.
May the mighty shepherd keep you and bless you,
Danny Machal July 28th, 2009
Children of the Garden Wars
by: Danny Machal
“Hoppers of the Outlands, come forth.” Lord Cottontail and his guards stood in the middle of the Thicket.
The bushes rustled with movement. Camouflage piles of wood and sticks stirred with golden eyes agape. The Outland Hoppers, around thirty in number, covered ground sheepishly and slowly. They kept their black and brown faces pointed down as they neared the flawless white fur of Lord Cottontail.
“Who is in charge here? Why have you not rallied your fighters to take part in tonight’s raid?”
Lord Cottontail beckoned for none other than the old greying Hopper chief, Long Ear. A path formed among the bowed noses and lowered ears, out emerged the large Long Ear towering over Cottontail.
“I am my Lord, my name is Long Ear. We coexist in peace with the Crawlers here. This is your conflict, not ours.” The most massive of Cottontail’s guards stepped forward; Cottontail ordered the guard back into line with a flick of his ear.
“Not yours? My brother we are all in this fight together. Why a crawler last night just took one of our young from Hoppiton. How can you sit there and say such things? A poor mother’s child lays digesting in the belly of one of those slithering vermin,” Cottontail said.
Danny Machal July 16th, 2009