Excerpt

The only place I have ever felt at home is the desert.  The hot, dusty trails of the southwest may seem barren and useless to most, but to me it is complete paradise.  I had become accustomed to the sound of the coyote as he would sing himself to sleep.  It was second nature that the hot, dry sun would soon set into a cold, windy night.  The pure, innocent beauty that surrounded me could never be duplicated.  This was possibly the only place left that man had not destroyed.  Instead, man chose to destroy our herds. 

 

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Copyright 2006

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

my only criticism is that this piece is much too short. But then it IS an excerpt. A very intriguing excerpt at that . Nicely done.