Literature
Red Roped Redemption - Hook, Line and Sinker
The sun was hanging low in the sky over the Big Valley region of West Elizabeth, a crisp breeze blowing over Owanjila, a dammed lake a couple of miles west of the settlement of Strawberry. It was a pristine body of water, feeding the Upper Montana River, and was a great spot for catching a host of large fish, from bright red sockeye salmon to large predatory muskellunges. It was the fishing that had lured Rhea Del Rey out to Owanjila that afternoon, with the intention of catching a couple decent sized salmon for that night's dinner. Lean of build with a dark complexion, Rhea was a handsome woman of twenty-six, with a shaved head, a broad nose and cunning amber eyes. She was dressed in a black leather Valdez-styled high collar vest over a dark grey cotton blouse that she wore with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, scuffed up black pants and a sturdy pair of steel capped boots. Riding along the rocky shoreline upon a black Arabian mare named Umbra, the young outlaw breathed in the
