Bulldog Chronicles

Chapter 15: Bulldog was finally regaining consciousness. He had an itch on his nose, but when he tried to move his hand to reach it, he was met with sharp resistance. His hands were tied to a chair. He was blindfolded. He could hear voices in the distance, but he couldn’t quite identify the speakers. One was proposing Bulldog be tossed down a mine shaft, the other arguing for a dip in the river with some heavy footwear. Bulldog tried to stand up. His feet were also bound tightly to the chair. How did this happen? Think, Bulldog. Think…sunny day…a stroll in the park…loose change on the ground…no harm in making a bit of money…see a penny, pick it up…aerosolized chemical agent…excruciating pain…blackout... Even with these vague memories, Bulldog had a strong suspicion as to who was behind this. He heard a creaky door open, and heavy footsteps approach.   “Well, well, well, Bulldog. Predictable as ever. Still can’t resist a bit of loose change on the ground, can you?”...

Chapter 14 Bulldog peered through the blue and white plaid curtains adorning the windows of his cabin living room. In the bright haze of the late morning, he could see a helicopter hovering high above his house. A shimmer of glass down the hill caught his eye, and he saw a black SUV climbing the steep road to his humble abode. Bulldog watched patiently as the vehicle slowed to turn the sharp corners and rocky terrain. “Some people just don’t know when to quit,” Bulldog muttered with anticipation, “Three…two…one!”   When nothing happened, Bulldog frowned slightly and crouched a bit higher on the couch. “I said, ONE!” Bulldog snapped, and suddenly a flash and a bang permeated the air and the hill shook with the force of the blast. The SUV was gone. “I could have sworn I put that landmine farther down the hill,” mused Bulldog. Directly after the blast, the helicopter opened fire on the cabin. Bulldog hit the ground as bullets poured into the cabin walls. They so...

Chapter 13 The door said Jaclynn Cherry CPA.   There was a storm brewing outside the office as well as inside.   Jaclynn was standing behind the desk sweating and the lightning outside illuminated her face.   She was furiously shoving papers into her bag and burning the rest in a waste paper basket. Jaclynn had many famous clients, but the one client that was making her do all this was Bulldog White.    She had been Bulldog’s accountant for years.    And all those years she had been taking just a little off the top; not much, just enough so Bulldog wouldn’t notice.   And he hadn’t noticed…until now!! Somehow Bulldog had found out about her bookkeeping, and the only thing Bulldog hated more than too much buttermilk in his cornbread was a crooked accountant. When Jaclynn was nervous she changed her pants. She was on her fifth pair now.   Another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder sounded behind her.   She turned toward...

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...

Chapter 11 Jordan “Iron Pen” McMillian, the toughest editor in the business, sat authoritatively behind her enormous oak desk. Beyond her was the New York City skyline and with a corner office on the 107 th floor, the sheer amount of light from the myriad windows in the office gave Jordan’s visitors a sense of exhilaration and fear. As she slowly read the dense manuscript in her powerful hands, she thought about all her success and how she got to be a named partner at the world’s most prolific publishing company.  Jordan never took any flak from anyone and she always spoke her mind – heck, she even thought that Shakespeare could use a good Iron Pen red line review.  Reaching the last page of her current read, she huffed and slammed the manuscript on the desk.   “Are you kidding?” she scoffed over her delicate reading glasses. “What is this garbage?”  Bulldog, who had patiently waited in silence while Jordan scrutinized his life’s work, st...

Chapter 10      The World Council of Academic and Scholars had convened in London to discuss the scientific anomaly of the man who lived among apes.   When it came time to vote, every Council member but one raised a hand in favor of capture, and a future of permanent experimentation. Only one man stood for the basic right of a man to live as he pleases: the scholar, Bulldog White. As the rest of the Council organized an expedition party to apprehend the savage, Bulldog slipped out and made his way into the jungle to warn Tarzan.    Two days later, Bulldog was swinging from tree to tree with the wounded body of Tarzan heaved over his shoulder. The smell of lead from the bullet in Tarzan’s shoulder clashed with the fragrant scent of banana trees and faint aroma of inevitable rain.   Hundreds of feet below, the hunting party’s jeeps roared and the sound of crushed branches and muddy tires echoed for miles in the hot, sticky jungle. ...

Chapter 9      Maria, the evil Greek spy, cackled from the front seat of her car as she raced down the road mentally marinating the maniacal revenge she had exacted on her arch nemesis, Bulldog White. She squealed and howled with joy, jerking the steering wheel left and right, causing the contents of her trunk to smack against the sides of the car. “You like it back there, Bulldog?” she wailed with glee.    Earlier that morning, Maria had captured Bulldog. Certain of Bulldog’s dependable daily routines and favorite hang-out spots, Maria had patiently for hours waited outside the Dollar Tree. She had spent the morning ruminating about her revenge…remembering the gold heist in Trinidad. The job that had gone so perfectly, until Bulldog had shown up and arrested her. During her 7 long years of incarceration in a Trinidad prison, she had plotted her revenge. After springing her gang from jail a few days ago, her perfect plan was finally set in motio...