bird and bear and hare and fish...
Roland's eyes flew open and he held stock-still. Something had awoken him; something wasn't right. His right hand crept toward his guns--which weren't where they'd been when he fell asleep. He carefully turned his head, still listening hard, trying to discern what had triggered his instincts, what was screaming NOT RIGHT NOT RIGHT in his head, and glanced down his arm to see--his guns a bit lower than they should have been. He was careful to put them within reach at night, he'd been doing it for years beyond counting, so how could he have misplaced them even by a few inches?
His arm registered in his conscious mind at about that point and he lifted it, staring. "By the gods, what's hap--" He clapped the hand over his mouth and sat up. THat wasn't his voice! It was strange and...and young!
Roland closed his eyes tightly, wondering what in the seven hells ka was doing to him this time.
His arm registered in his conscious mind at about that point and he lifted it, staring. "By the gods, what's hap--" He clapped the hand over his mouth and sat up. THat wasn't his voice! It was strange and...and young!
Roland closed his eyes tightly, wondering what in the seven hells ka was doing to him this time.