Continued from Part Twenty-Three Snyder stood in the middle of a vast dessert. Nothing to see but sand and a solitary figure approaching. What was going on? Snyder reached for his colt service revolver. “Anny, that won’t be necessary,” said the familiar voice. “Grandma!” Snyder ran over and embraced his grandmother. “I love you.” A…
Continued from Part Five A few days later, the bugle blasted reveille. Snyder groaned, turned over in his bunk, and looked at his watch. 0300? What the heck? Reveille wasn’t supposed to be until 0500. Sergeant Cutler burst in fully dressed. Does that guy ever sleep? “Up and at ’em, soldiers. We’re having a special assembly…
Along the meandering river-side path of the wooded Boise Greenbelt, President Snyder pushed up the sleeves of his orange, blue and black BSU Broncos hoodie. He delivered a right hook to the overgrown slug’s padded jaw.The slug snarled. “Boy, I love it when you play hard to get!” Snyder spat and spewed profanity that Cerulean…