Ba H. Luong

I take it as a compliment. America's veterans returning and facing a callous system that, besides buzzword slogans, doesn't give a shit about the sacrifices they made -- that's something hard to read about. Good question about the drug history -- I'm not sure how much he would have to reveal. But I'll look into that.

Thank you. I'm in the process of writing more.

Joe’s Convenience is the last gas station before the state’s hunting reserve – or the closest, if living nearby. As I head back to the truck to grab my wallet, in the silence that only happens at an unremarkable gas station in rural Wisconsin, leaves rustle in the bushes. I creep close. A deer – or a doe? She stares with huge dark eyes reflecting a sunset during suppertime. She’s beautiful and graceful. I hear her snort. Her ears stand. Snort, breath, silence. I’m so close I almost touch. Then,

Rodel was kicked out of his home when he was sixteen. He endured everything to survive, including joining the army. But surviving is not living, and Rodel must confront the animal spirits waging the eternal battle of hunter and prey, of life and death, of victim and hero, all to save himself and those he loves.