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...

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...

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...

Miasmatic Purifier

Right in front of me stood a large metal box, about the size of three outhouses. I held up a torn piece of the...

No More Funny Business

A dozen plague-ridden figures stumbled forward toward Abram Grothe and his posse from the back of the circus tent. “I need someone to handle...

Friendship is Magic

Xiong “Wendy” Cheng rode her horse out to the Blake Ranch as the sun descended in the late afternoon sky. In the distance, a...

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...

Moving Forward

A knock sounded at the door of the president’s office of the Morgan Mining Company, de facto headquarters of all Morgan operations after last...

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...

The Summoning

The stench of burnt flesh rose from a body beside a half-dug grave, the headstone labeled Tom Place. Kevin Wainwright, standing less than half...