Jim hit the ground as the rope around my waist tightened, snapping me backward then down faster than I could blink. Bullets splattered everywhere as the closer deputy reloaded, shooting again. I pulled the rope, dragging Jim to me as my horse fell inches away, kicking and screaming. The door beckoned two feet away, then Jim’s knot came untied, just like before …

       The Endless Times series, Volume One: The Path of Kokopelli, page 114

       This one is a killer of a story, well almost, my brother tried to accidentally assassinate me. We were painting towers in Alabama when Jim tied the rigging raising and lowering me to a car. He took off the other way pulling me straight up in a bosun’s chair. The only problem was Jim; he couldn’t tie a good knot for squat. The knot came untied and I shot down about sixty feet before grabbing all four ropes and burning down another ten feet before stopping. My hands were shredded but still worked well enough to lower myself to the ground. Many beers were in order. Just another day in the life. Steve.