Born in a log cabin hospital - studied by the glow of video fireplace, Rick Lodewell was reared by Klutta and Yoar – semi-gods of Babylonian extraction. He learned how to swim at the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers and killed his first wolf with his bare hands (and joined the Bare-Handed Wolf Chokers Association) in 1737.
1737? Old? Yes, he is old, older than one can imagine. When the world was young, he was ancient. When Gondwannaland prowled the seas, drifting continentally, he stalked the flowerless prairie in search of game. When India plowed into Asia he rode the more...
