Stupid Things

The Bayou Vermilion train continued its creaky journey through Arizona’s southern desert.  Its giltwork trim and gaudy colors contrasted with the harsh land it...

Act IV: Gettysburg

by Jason Pere A jaundiced moon hung in the sky over the Gettysburg National Military Preserve. Within the confines of the perimeter fence, the terrain...

Act VI: Down on the Bayou

by Jason Pere Padre Ernesto de Diáz felt it again, the sharp pain shooting through his bicep every time he bent his arm. He could...

Act VII: The Nightmare

By Jason Pere May 1882 His skin was starting to blister under the ferocity of the omnipresent heat. Padre Ernesto de Diaz wiped sweat from his eyes,...

Return to Gomorra, Part 1

 Nighttime on Gomorra’s outskirts was never completely silent. Somewhere a nameless critter howled or squawked at the moon. Occasionally a lonesome traveler whistled to...

Act III – The Castle

By Jason Pere “So here’s the story. Jasper Stone was a Captain in the Confederate Army, and a right bastard by all accounts. At Gettysburg he...

Act VIII: The Cleaners

By  Jason Pere May 1882 Tombstone was now less than a day away. The swamps and thickets of Louisiana and east Texas gave way to rolling hills...