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...

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...

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,...

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...

The Evidence

Sundown Philip Swinford dug into the hard dirt of the plains outside Gomora. Behind him stood Sheriff Dave Montreal, arms crossed. “Okay, Philip. Tell me what...

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...

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...

Mugging

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

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...

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...