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Tag: Hawk
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MIND GAMES
Heat beat down on the Kyra’s helmet and sweat ran down her back. She and Hawk had been trekking through the woods all day. “I’m taking this ridiculous thing off, Hawk.”
“You can’t,” he said. “They’ll turn your mind to mush this close to the radio telescope.”
She’d been so skeptical of Hawk’s wild theories of alpha wave mind control, but when she looked through his special binoculars, the supposedly abandoned facility lit up like a rainbow.
“Are you sure this thing will protect us?”
Hawk tightened his chin strap, then tapped the pyramidal shaped helmet he wore. “Absolutely. There’s a reason the ancient Egyptians chose this form. Microwaves will bounce right off it. Vanity is a poor price to pay for having your mind controlled.”
“Whatever,” she said.
It took another hour to reach the structure. In the center of the dish danced a small figure dressed in green. A gold buckle decorated his hat and a small shamrock bounced as he moved. Sparks of color shot from his wand, making the ground ripple with a golden glow. He stopped and glared with narrowed eyes.
“Yer foun’ me. Can’t git in yisser minds. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, an’ violet al’ bounce aff yisser clever ‘ats. Ye as magically delicious as de last ‘umans ter visit?”
A cold wind made Kyra shiver. She and Hawk stepped away from the strange man with the red hair and pointy ears.
The man licked his lips, then laughed so hard he collapsed. “Ah, de luk on yisser faces. Priceless. Yer don’t nu anythin’ aboyt wee people, chucker yer?”
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Winter’s Night
“Go ahead. I know you’ve hungered after my flesh your whole life.”
The old wolf sat only inches from Buffalo’s throat, but only licked the festering wound on her hip. With one golden eye and the other silvery blue, she studied his face. A jagged white stripe decorated his brow.
“You’re old and stringy now, too tough for my teeth. A calf would be easier to chew.”
Buffalo stifled a laugh. “There’ll be none until spring. You’ll have to make do with me. I’m too tired to fight anymore, easy game. One of us at least should live.”
“Well it won’t be me. I no longer have the strength to bite your shaggy hide. Even my pack has left me for dead.”
“Perhaps Bear will put us both out of our misery.”
“Bear sleeps. Even Crow hides from this blustery snow, warm in his roost.”
“Then let me die in peace.”
“Humph. Peace. You think I don’t wish for such a thing. I’m cold and tired. Death claws both our hides.”
“Rest with me. Perhaps some good will come of this end.”
Wolf curled up against Buffalo and closed her eyes. Content, their spirits leaped for the sky together. Snow soon hid their bodies.
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“What odd looking hatchlings we have this spring,” said Mother Hawk.
Father Hawk studied the two chicks. One had a strange white stripe across his face; the other had one silvery blue eye. They snuggled against each other as if winter clawed at them.