Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to SS Hampton, Sr. and his story Prairie Muse!
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Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 grandchildren, and a published author, photographer and photojournalist. He retired in 2013 from the Nevada Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served in the active duty Army, and the Army Individual Ready Reserve (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War). He enlisted in the Nevada Army National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle and Iraqi Freedom, with deployment to northern Kuwait and several convoy security missions into Iraq.
He has had two solo photographic exhibitions and curated a multi-media exhibit. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.
As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a homeless Iraq War veteran.
In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial Photography Emphasis. He has been studying at the University of Nevada-Las Vegas with in a double major in Art and English. He recently returned from spending a cold, rainy Spring 2017 semester studying at a university in southwestern France in the shadow of the Pyrenees Mountains.
After 16 years of desert in the American Southwest, and Southwest Asia, he still misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.
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The fireworks are about to begin as the sexual adventure of Rachel and Burt Markham continues. Small business owners and happily married couple of 20+ years, they live in the small town of Four Corners, Kansas. The year before, with the permission and encouragement of her husband, Rachel had the freedom to explore the depth of her sensuality through having her first Bull. After saying farewell to her Bull, Rachel and Burt settle back into the routine of small town life. Then, African-American frustrated artist and new fireworks territory sales manager Horus Grant arrives in Four Corners. He is searching for new sales territory for the Missouri-based company and wants to open a fireworks stand next to Rachel and Burt’s seed and feed store. Outwardly friendly and personable, he is plagued by hidden demons. Though based in near-by Wichita, Horus finds himself returning to Four Corners again and again, and not because of the fireworks stand. Rachel is also drawn to him and soon realizes she may hold the key to Horus’s slim chance of defeating his demons, of healing, and learning to live again.
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“Ten o’clock on a Saturday night.” He held his glass up and added, “Here’s to Saturday night, the 26th of April, in Boise, Idaho.”
After a gulp of his drink he stumbled outside to the small enclosed patio and plopped onto a lawn chair. Though it was the last weekend of April the nights were still cool.
“This is a hell of a note,” Horus mumbled. He held a shaky hand up against the starry night. He wasn’t black enough to disappear into the night as if he never was. More and more he wanted to do that. If he had been born closer to the time of his ancestor who was freed from slavery on a plantation in the Deep South, he might have been black enough to disappear forever.
Horus took another drink. It used to be alcohol helped him cope with the dreams—he often drank until he passed out. In the mornings he didn’t remember dreaming though he knew he had because of a headache and he was sweaty and exhausted. The alcohol wasn’t helping that much anymore. Though he passed out the dreams still found him, and worse, he remembered.
He swirled the liquid in the glass and took another drink.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted through the night. Roses. His next door neighbor cultivated award winning red, white, pink, and yellow long stem roses; to him the roses were no more than bee magnets.
Horus sighed and stared at the silent twinkling stars.
“Star light, star bright,” he mumbled and wrinkled his nose at the scent…
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SS Hampton, Sr. will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. CLICK HERE to enter to win! Readers, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and places can be found here: Tour Schedule
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SS Hampton, Sr., thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤