He yanked the camera strap over his head and pulled the camera fully away from him. With one hand he popped the card slot door of the camera, pulling out the card. With the other, he slammed the camera on the ground.

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Colt downshifted and slammed the throttle to the floor. He cut the wheel to turn into a sand wash, sand spraying up in the air from the tires digging it. He left a rooster tail of dry sand as he accelerated along the wash in the deep powder. The Lambo wallowed back and forth a bit as he sawed the steering wheel around the bends of the dry river.

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Here is the start of the Hammond Family Saga. From here, you can navigate all through the ten parts. Each is a stand-alone story, but there are nice little Easter eggs for those that read them all through.

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Most of the stories are 2000 words or so, although a few are shorter or longer.

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I expected to be named a suspect… it’s always the spouse… but instead, he closed the investigation, burying her unexplained disappearance.  He said she probably was disoriented and walking into the bay.  He wouldn’t look me in the eye when he told me. 

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His mind seesawed back and forth between the past and the present… between being twelve and fifty-one.  Then, as he’d approached Customs, his mother had tightly held his hand and walked him through the door. 

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