Too Tough To Die

Act 1 “Matilda, do you remember what happened?” John said when I came back. Of course I remembered. Nobody could forget a day like...

A New Law

For the first time in hours, the streets of Gomorra were quiet. But this was a new kind of quiet. With Montreal, the quiet was...

Exeunt Omnes

The sword on Abram’s hip was heavy. For some time now, it had weighed on him. Heavier than the gun in his holster, heavier...

Return to Gomorra, Part 3

So far Coot Jenkins, Rafi Hamid, and Jack “Black Jack” Jackson had not seen hide nor hair of any other living being since their...

Blood in the Dust

Wendy Cheng, formerly known as Xiong, slumped against a hitching rail and surveyed her shadow cast by the midday sun. She traced the outline of...

Return to Gomorra, Part 1

 Nighttime on Gomorra’s outskirts was never completely silent. Somewhere a nameless critter howled or squawked at the moon. Occasionally a lonesome traveler whistled to...

Nightmare at Noon

Sheriff Montreal ducked to avoid the swipe of Seville’s bowie knife, reaching for his pistol as he felt the blade graze his Stetson. He...

Aces Low – Act I

by Owen Lean April, 1882 There is absolutely nothing lucky about the number seven—anyone who tells you that is a fool. As I have discovered over...

Echoes

There was an eerie quiet that held sway over the town below. The smoke from the explosions was still rising, the dust still settling,...

De Annulos Mysteriis

“It’s one of three volumes,” Valeria explained, pointing to the tome that lay open on the sheriff’s desk. “This is the first one, and...