Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
The scout looked behind him at the explosion, with a satisfied sneer. When hefaced forward again, though, the smug look faded, for he was on a collision coursewith a fallen tree. In a moment it was all over but the flaming. Meanwhile, Luke was closing fast on the last scout. As they wove from tree totree, Luke eased up behind and then drew even with the Imperial rider. The fleeingsoldier suddenly swerved, slamming his bike into Luke's—they both tippedprecariously, barely missing a large fallen trunk in their path. The scout zoomedunder it, Luke over it—and when he came down on the other side, he crashed directlyon top of the scout's vehicle. Their steering vanes locked. The bikes were shaped more or less like one-man sleds, with long thin rodsextending from their snouts, and fluttery ailerons for guidance at the tip of the rods.With these vanes locked, the bikes flew as one, though either rider could steer. The scout banked hard right, to try to smash Luke into an onrushing grove of