The Alighnment

Lucy Clover leaned against one of the thick ropes that supported the tent to take some weight off of her ankle. It throbbed with...

The Streets Ran Red

Sloane watched as the sheriff carried the injured blonde deputy down the street toward Dr. Emanuel Ashbel’s office. She leaned against the wall of a...

Lula Morgan

Why a woman would wear flowing red skirts on a tour of a ranch, Irving Patterson would never understand. Still, he learned early in his...

Morgan Mining Company

Lula Morgan watched as several men pulled the broken plasma drill out of the new vein of ghost rock that had been found weeks...

Gomorra Jail

With a whiskey bottle secure in hand, Clyde Owens bounded into the Gomorra jail. He sang in a gruff, raspy voice and didn’t give...

Mugging

“Excellent, Travis. You look just like him … at least enough to fool someone in the dark. How well can you imitate his voice?”...

Scoop Hound

Alexis Mirges lurked near the sheriff’s office, waiting to pounce. She’d spent the last hour trying to wrangle someone official for a scoop, though...

Framed

“I still maintain I’m innocent,” Max Baine said. He hadn’t even looked up when Sheriff Grothe and Wendy Cheng walked into the jail. His head...

Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind

Roderick Byre stepped to the podium. He scanned the crowd, eyes connecting with dozens of voters gathered at the hustings outside Town Hall. Every seat...

Dirty Deeds

Ivor Hawley strode through the new Morgan Mining Company building. On each side of him, surveyors and engineers huddled over maps and blueprints. Kevin,...