The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

Sixteen Later that evening There still weren’t very many restaurants in Mountain View, but the Palace was one of the better ones, featuring beef from a Black Angus herd imported from Earth ten years earlier. Seated between his father and an equally wide-eyed Maria...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XV

Fourteen Tarbos, the Main Conference Center “Son, I’m going to take a walk around the building during the break,” Mike announced.  “I imagine I’ll have one or two of those guards for company, but I need some air.” “OK, Dad.  Maria and I are going to duck...

Semi-notorious local political gadfly and general pain in the ass. I’m firmly convinced that the Earth and all its inhabitants were placed here for my personal amusement and entertainment, and I comport myself accordingly. Vote Animal/STEVE SMITH 2028!

The Crider Chronicles: Forest – Part XXII

Twenty-One Outskirts, at sunset Mary Lenell was just walking back from Outskirt’s tiny mercantile towards the cabin on the north end of town that she shared with her security officer husband when she heard the buzzing sound. She looked up from the red dust of the road...

The Crider Chronicles: Forest – Part IV

Three Two years later:  Challis. A light snow was falling as Mike guided his aged Ford into Challis, the large flakes reflecting the lights of the growing town, striking stars where skimmer headlights struck through the tiny falling crystals. Sparkles of light...

The Crider Chronicles: Forest – Part III

Two Armstrong City, Luna “Andrea, don’t just stand there. The checked bags have gone on ahead. There’s no turning back now. Jenny, have you got your stuff? Let’s go!” Paul Aggruder was more than ready to leave the Moon’s gypsum mining colony. Three years they had...