The dream of a Vanguard

Howard Spicer sat alone in the bar. He nursed a glass of firewater, the fiery spirit of distilled cactus sap known as Mezcal. “Hey, Boss.” Amy Banuelos ambled over and pulled up a chair. The team’s scout, she was effective and popular, although Howard knew that the gang had more respect for the conspicuous bravery […]

Never look a gifthorse in the mouth

Windows rattled as the dust storm outside hurled fistfuls of pebbles at the streets of Somerset. Howard Spicer pushed hair matted with dust away from his eyes. A smear of ochre marked where his hands had moved across his perspiring face The Vanguards had fallen on hard times since their leader died in an Arachnid […]