Elijah grasped the lead lines of five donkeys and hopped over a deep winter rut.
Obadiah huddled by a vase of tall, yellow lilies just inside the door. The chief bodyguard poked his head in and looked past him at the king, “Execution stakes, my lord?”
Elijah stalked from the well to the donkey pen, yanked a pitchfork from the haystack, and made three quick thrusts into the belly of an imaginary slaver.
Obadiah reined in his horse and tapped Prince Ahab on the arm. “Where’s our squad? The king will have my head if I let you escape the fort without guards.” He tipped his head toward Prince Ahab beside him. “What happened to our guards? The king will have my head if he thinks I let […]
Elijah grabbed one end of the wineskin, bent his knees, and lifted. A child’s shrill cry shot across the trail. The wineskin slipped from Elijah fingers and burst at the feet of his brother Nathan.