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First up was Gail Z. Martin's The Summoner, [...]
Yes, that's right, they rode their horses full-speed through thick forest. Uh-huh. And when they had gotten up enough momentum on this charge -- miraculously staying in formation, not losing a single horse or rider to a low-hanging branch or tangled bit of brush, and helpfully heralding their presence with bloodcurdling shrieks -- they attacked at close range. Instead of shooting silently from ambush. Because aoewjhaenba;inr the stupidity omfg brain leaking out ears make it stooooppp.
Anyway after I was done adding my bloodcurdling shrieks to theirs, that one went right back on the DNF pile. Better luck next time!
I probably don't have to tell you this, but if you've never read Mark Twain's "The Literary Offenses of Fennimore Cooper," you really, really should. (You don't need to have read Cooper to read this, though it might help, but really I won't wish that on you.)
http://xroads.virginia.edu/~HYPER/HNS/Indians/offense.html
In fact, it's just possible that everybody should read this. Really. Repeatedly. Especially writers.
Randy M.

