Introduction to Bulldog: Ray “Bulldog” White. The name may seem inconsequential to you, but it sure means a lot to me. Born in 1925 in Larkin Branch, Kentucky, Bulldog served in the military as a young man and worked nights at the local Ford plant to provide for his family and two children. He was a man of few words, but he lived out his values by working hard and working honestly. In many ways, Bulldog supplied everything needed to create the stories in this book. You see, Bulldog is my dad. When I was 10 years old, I lost my hamster. This would be a tragic event for any young man, but I was confident; certain that there was one person available who could help with such an important problem – Dad. I don’t remember how long the search lasted, but ultimately Dad delivered and returned my hamster safe and sound. What’s more, he also presented me with a hand-drawn map of his search around the house; how he had stalked th...
Santa’s sleigh burned in the snow. His reindeer roamed in an open field nearby. All the gifts for all the good children around the world - burning to cinders. Santa turned on his side and gasped for air, a track of snow behind him chronicling his crawl away from the wreckage. A black boot slammed in front of Ol’ Saint Nick’s ol’ saint face. The black boot led up to a man covered in black body armor, obscuring his eyes with black goggles. “Well, well, well, Santa. Looks like you had yourself a little accident!” chortled The Man in Black. “Isn’t one of the first lessons in flight school to always keep an out for projectiles?” The Man in Black pointed to his Jeep. A rocket launcher was mounted in the back. “You never know what you might run your sleigh into up there.” Santa cried out, “ Why ?! Why would you do this to me - and the children?” Sneering, The Man in Black hissed, “Children? I don’t care about ch...
Chapter 12: The cattle were all calm now. Pam, Jan and Shar, the Calamity sisters, dismounted their horses to take a look at the prized cattle they had just stolen. “Ha! That was so easy,” whistled Jan. “Darn tootin’! How much do you think we can get for these?” asked Shar. “These are some the best cattle in the land, I’m guessing 20...30 bucks a head,” said Pam. “We’re going to be rich.”, said Jan, “easiest job we’ve done!” “That’s right,” smiled Shar, “with Bulldog gone, it was like taking candy from a baby.” All three sisters cackled and whinnied, their howls echoing off the dusty peaks miles in the distance. But their laughter was sharply interrupted by a familiar voice, “Now don’t you ladies go counting those cattle before they hatch.” All three sisters looked around startled and bemused. “Who said that?” said Shar as all three women drew their guns. “I did,” said the facel...
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