Home Deer

By Robin Brande

A Robin Brande Single.

 

A Robin Brande Single.

 

Dorothy makes her own rules. She doesn't worry about what other people think. Once she knows what's right, she'll throw her whole heart into it.

 

And for Dorothy, helping the woodland creatures in her beautiful mountains escape from predators is the right thing to do.

 

Even if her solution is … unconventional. Even if it takes some effort, and some courage, and learning a little bit of mountain magic.

 

Includes the bonus story, TEN MINUTES. A small-time thief in a picturesque mountain town discovers a way to make something better out of his life.

But is the price of redemption too high?

 

[HOME DEER also appears in the collection MOUNTAIN TOUGH.]

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ryer Publishing
• Release date: Feb 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201479893

Robin Brande

Award-winning author Robin Brande is a former trial attorney, entrepreneur, martial artist, law instructor, yoga teacher, wilderness adventurer, and certified wilderness medic. Her novels have been named Best Fiction for Young Adults by the American Library Association. She was selected as the Judy Goddard/Libraries Ltd. Arizona Young Adult Author of the Year in 2013. She writes fantasy, science fiction, contemporary young adult fiction, and romance.   

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Home Deer

HOME DEER

ROBIN BRANDE

RYER PUBLISHING

Home Deer

and

Ten Minutes

By Robin Brande

Published by Ryer Publishing

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Copyright 2022 by Robin Brande

www.robinbrande.com

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

Home Deer

Ten Minutes

About the Author

Also by Robin Brande

HOME DEER

Iunderstand not everyone would agree with me. I don’t care.

People have weird ways of trying to make it right.

They pray over their kill. They thank it. They say words they’ve read in old Native American texts. I honor you, Brother Deer, Brother Elk. And they still kill it. Makes absolutely no sense to me.

This summer I signed up for plant camp. Supposed to be a week of camping out in the woods, walking around with our notebooks while the Earth Mother herbalist from our little mountain town taught us which plants we could eat, which ones we could use to make special tinctures and salves, which ones would poison us.

The kind of thing Phil would have scoffed at. Would have called witchy, learning how to make my witch’s brew.

That’s right, Phil. Could have saved you, if I knew a few more things.

The herbalist was natural all the way. Didn’t believe in washing very much. Very … musky, let’s say. Fragrant. Not shy about her B.O.

Hair in her armpits, hair on her legs. Kind of exciting to see, frankly, since I was raised to shave every day ever since junior high. You want your legs as smooth as a dolphin, my mother used to say. And hairy armpits were just for European women, not for good old Americans.

Natural, groovy, peace-loving herbalist, right? So of course I assumed she was a vegetarian.

Yet first night’s dinner, she wanted to teach