Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

Outside, the camp was already stirring. Fires crackled, sending spirals of smoke into the gray sky, and rogues moved with a restless energy. Some sharpened weapons, the metallic scraping filling the air, while others engaged in early morning skirmishes, testing their strength in a brutal display of dominance. The scent of charred meat mixed with the ever-present iron tang of blood, making the air thick with tension. Lila walked toward the center of the camp, feeling the weight of eyes tracking her movements. A dozen rogues had gathered, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to open amusement. Some murmured among themselves, their voices low, as if placing bets on how long she would l

The stranger said. The three men jump ready to shift. The stranger steps forwards with red glowing eyes and that is all they can see of him. “Now calm down. My crew and I mean you no harm. My guards were out patrolling and came across your little camp. I came to investigate and see who was camping outside my camp and why.” Jake stepped forward saying, “We are camping here for the night and then moving on tomorrow. We are heading to Nebraska for a job advertised up there.” “Hmmm, now what kind of job would someone in Nebraska have that would draw three rogues?” Red eyes asked.