Ozark Morning

By Chris Lowry

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the picturesque landscape, Amy and Bob continued their journey through the verdant valley.

 

The vibrant colors of the wildflowers seemed to dance with the breeze, creating a mesmerizing sight.

 

Bob, always eager to capture the beauty of nature, had his camera in hand, snapping photos of the flora and fauna they encountered along the way. Amy, on the other hand, was lost in her thoughts, a tinge of melancholy coloring her expression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chris Lowry
• Release date: Apr 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224031665

Chris Lowry

Chris Lowry is an author and adventure seeker who has traveled the globe exploring new worlds and writing about his thrilling experiences. With over one hundred thrillers, science fiction, and urban fantasy novels to his name, as well as more than a thousand articles published across various publications, Chris has established himself as a master storyteller and a leading voice in the world of action and adventure. Whether he's fighting off hordes of undead in a post-apocalyptic wasteland or braving the depths of outer space, Chris is always ready for his next thrilling adventure. Follow his journey as he battles against impossible odds and becomes the hero that the world needs.

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Chris Lowry

Ozark Mornings

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Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7

1

Chapter 1

Ozark Mornings

The woods were full of unseen noisemakers. Morning sounds greeted the quickly rising sun. Dewdrops rolled precariously close to the edge of leaves, leaping over and splattering on the carpet of moist grass below.

Come on man. A deep voice whispered. If we hurry, we’ll make it on time.

Two men weighted under heavy parkas and winter boots increased their pace. The path they followed was faint, barely discernible. They were pushing through an almost solid wall of limbs and brush that stopped just below their knees.

"What kind of animal made