A Lone Star

By Lacey Schmidt

The new sheriff, Arnika Verne, finally arrives at Venn Jules' beloved Space Port. She's in time to help save the tidal generator; but is love or survival the real trouble?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Affinity Ebook Press NZ Ltd
• Release date: Jun 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781988588667

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The new sheriff, Arnika Verne, finally arrives at Venn Jules' beloved Space Port. She's in time to help save the tidal generator; but is love or survival the real trouble?

This story was first published in the ‘Lone Star Collection 2018

A Lone Star

© 2020 by Lacey Schmidt

Affinity E-Book Press NZ LTD.

Canterbury, New Zealand

ISBN: 978-1-98-858866-7

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This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Editor: SRG

Cover Design: Irish Dragon Designs

Production Design: Affinity Publication Services

A Lone Star

A Short Story by Lacey Schmidt

Bad ass. That was the first thought that came to Venn Jules’ mind as she looked over the Lone Starport’s new sheriff, Arnika Verne. The Sheriff stood on the deck of the hovercraft, eyeing the vast sea below with one hand on her trim neoskene-armor-clad hip and the other wrapped around a laser-arc spear. She looked like she knew exactly how to use that spear in a hurry, too. Which was very comforting, given that Venn herself was too stymied by the Great Orange Kraken’s tentacles to keep it from chewing on either her or the Starport’s tidal stream generator.

Operating the Lone Star State’s new near-equatorial launch facility was a health hazard given the pugnacious wildlife and militant super storms. Some said it was a suicide mission. The wild shores of Austin came with more risks to manage than the Governor and his cronies cared to admit; but at least that ass-hat and his merry troupe of brown-nosers had seen fit to let her build the Starport out of galaxy-grade titanium. They were also kind enough to grant Venn’s appeal to hire some protective muscle. Sexy muscle too.

Looks like you’re an ass-crack away from becoming Kraken snack, the