Break and new content for March 2017

In case you noticed, there was no Walk at Dusk update for today. That work will be going ahead for a release this year, although later than I originally anticipated due to a host of setbacks in my work schedule that have prevented me from having the time to do the editing and re-writes necessary to finish the project. I will resume posting samples and updates in the near future, but don’t expect a full release here on DVS Press like I have done in the past. I also wanted to take a week or two off from those posts…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 6

“What do you think father?” Dark Pine said when all was finished. White owl turned to David. “What are these men like that you met?” “Well, like I said, one was an Indian…” White Owl put up a hand to silence him. “What were they like? What air did you sense about them.” “How did you feel around them is what my father means,” Dark Pine said. David thought for a moment. “I wasn’t really afraid, except of them finding out, I suppose. They didn’t seem like terrible men, just men of the loose morals that comes from traveling and…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 5

David stared into the fire. “I dreamt about her. So did my brother. He dreamt about her for a long time, I think. I didn’t think it was real until I talked to Michael – that’s my older brother.” “A guardian’s name,” White Owl said. David laughed aloud. White Owl looked at him. “I didn’t mean to make a joke.” David shrugged. “If you knew Michael, I think you’d laugh to.” “I would hope so,” White Owl said, and smiled. “So you dreamt about her? Anything more? What were the dreams like?” “Scary, but…” David stared into the fire again.…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 4

David’s head darted back to the road to see the silhouette of a man waving beside a bridled horse. David took a deep breath (careful to keep a hand on his musket) and waved back. “What are you doing camping out here, stranger?” David said. The man took staggered breaths as he walked forward. “Is this your land?” David looked out the woods. Bugs and birds chattered in the overgrowth. “The Piney Woods are nobody’s land.” “Then nobody will mind me setting up camp.” The man’s voice was deep and very matter of fact, almost monotone. “I wouldn’t camp here…

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A Walk at Dusk, The Search for the Unclean, part 3

Ezra met his eyes and nodded, then moved through the open door. Eli watched her go a minute, then fixed eyes of blue stone on David. “I expect you to keep your distance from now on,” he said, drying his hands without taking his eyes off of David. “Sir?” “I know you fancy my Daughter. You had best be fancying somebody else.” “What?” David said, then stammered, “Why?” “Your moral character fails to meet my standards, of course.” David swallowed hard and felt a stiff pain in his head. “Sir, I’ve never acted toward your daughter with anything but good…

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A Walk at Dusk, The Search for the Unclean, part 2

Blood began to mix with the dust to smart his eyes and he had to slow his pace as the brush thickened. Soon both his sleeves were bloody from wiping at his eyes. The ache in his head became far more present than in the moments after crawling free of the tunnel, but despite this he smiled as he saw clear blue sky emerge overhead once again. He reached the main road and pushed his horse into a gallop for long stretch, then let the beast slow to its own pace as other parts of his body began to ache.…

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A Walk at Dusk, The Search for the Unclean, part 1

VII. The Search for the Unclean David backed up, trying to feel with his hands the way out in the darkness. Vision, faint and amorphous, began to return to him as tiny bits of sunlight gave out the faintest grey as the, afterimage of the lit envelope faded. He stumbled as his groping hands felt a great emptiness to his right, and he knew he had reached the second passage. He paused and held his breath, straining to hear once again the voices. Just above the rushing of blood in his ears, he could make out two voices talking to…

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A Walk at Dusk, “Curses and Hexes,” part 5

Ezra was waiting on the green when David returned. She stood up and brushed the grass off of her dress when he strode back. “What did you find out?” she said. “They’re staying at the boarding house,” David said, and gestured down the street. “They told me they were here looking for an old homestead that belonged to their father.” “Are you sure it was the two men from that night?” “If I wasn’t sure before, I’m sure now.” David hunched his shoulders. “Can I walk you home?” “Already?” “I need to go check on something, and eventually I will…

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A Walk at Dusk, “Curses and Hexes,” part 4

David walked casually into the post office. The two men were at the front desk, looking over a map with Walter Sheppard, the postmaster. The bald half-indian was leaning against the wall, spinning his rifle casually by the muzzle as the buttstock teetered on the floor. “What’s over here, though?” The younger man said. He opened his mouth to show a row of white teeth that mismatched his rough beard. The postmaster rubbed his mustaches. “That’s all swampy woods as far as I know. Most you’re likely to find is raccoons and the occasional white tail.” “What about this road…

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A Walk at Dusk, “Curses and Hexes,” part 3

David left the book in the hands of Ezra and rode his horse north of town, meaning to pay another visit to Tabitha. He reached the little house in the heat of noon. Silence was all that greeted him when he knocked on the door. He looked around the hollowed-out grove of trees, but found no evidence of the voodoo woman. Deciding that she must have left on some errand, or to meet with some group of slaves for guidance, David saddled up and made to depart. He paused as he saw, a half-mile down the wide lane, a man…

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