Gunnie

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03 « September « 2008 « Millicent and Carla Fran 2008

The .44 was aerodynamic and pretty, which somehow made it a hundred times scarier than our Gunnie.

Shoots and Leaves « Millicent and Carla Fran 2008

Gunnie shook her head by rolling it back and forth on the rags, a process that brought one round and blooming cheek into contact with mine.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

Gunnie looked from Apheta to me and seemed about to speak, but she said nothing.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

To draw the belt from my dusty trousers, I had to remove my pistol and the knife that Gunnie had found for me.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

At the end, which I was not long in reaching, a breath of wind suggested that what Gunnie had called a spiracle stretched from the roof to this place.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

There was Purn nearly upon him, and Idas and Gunnie, the latter firing even as she ran in great leaps, from high place to high place across the jumbled cargo.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

I found her less skillful far than Gunnie, though of course no virgin.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

I recalled then how Zak had bent over me in that hidden corner Gunnie had found for us -- Tzadkiel become the savage that we, his paradigms, had once been.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987

Gunnie started to speak, but Apheta motioned her to silence, saying, "Now follow me."

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987