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...

Sarah Meoquanee

Sarah Meoquanee crouched at a ridge at the top of the maze. She’d first scouted these parts for the Union Army a while back,...

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...

Justice and Vengeance

Hooves pounded on the dry Maze dirt in rhythm with Sloane’s heart as she raced through Gomorra. A dozen of her gang’s most ruthless...

The Curtain Rises

Abram Grothe strode toward the Fourth Ring’s tents, the mid-afternoon sun creating beads of sweat on his face. Recent insight into the disease plaguing...

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...

Mugging

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

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,...

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...

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...