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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

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,...

Lay on Hands

Sister Lois Otwell stepped off the coach, assisted by a stocky, older gentleman with a mustache. The man wore a fine suit, far too...