Articles by Gillem

GILLEM He had ridden across the sands for some time, following the trail as best as he could. The wind had picked up covering spots, making it harder to track. His journey started just before dawn, it was now pushing high noon before something caught his eye. “What the hell?” He stopped the...

GILLEM Blood on the Sand PT.2 TATOOINE Gillem threw his duster over one of the chairs in the boys living quarters of his home, then sat on the couch. A lot of travel, a lot of heat in one day. He was beat. Thankfully the domed home was partially underground keeping the place cool. Moisture...

GILLEM Blood on the Sand Pt.1 The sun beared down on everything here. The wind howled as the sand stirred. Every now and then you would hear whistling. Some people would say it's the ghost of settlers, trying to find their way home from the deserts. Heh, I always thought that was just...