Category: The Collected Works of Buck Wheat

  • Nattie Bumpo’s Thanksgiving

    The signs in the forest were clear – two broken twigs hanging from the young pine at the third fork of the doe’s pathway: paleskin on the way! Red Planet turned and ran through the field of thorns surrounding his tribe’s camp. He whistled like a chickadee – the sound of alert for the warriors […]

  • Confessions of a Robot

    “I think I see the shuttle cruiser,” the hooded figure stated, huddled over a portable radar console, peering at a blip moving toward her and her companion. “It’s about time he returned. He’s been gone for two months. Let’s get back to the camp and find out what he’s discovered.” She packed up the radar […]