Gina Tailfeathers

Genesee “Gina” Tailfeathers made a direct line to the center section of the Union Casino’s long wooden bar. With a twirl, she perched on...

Blight Serum

“Kevin …” Ivor Hawley said. On cue, his diminutive assistant strode through the tent flaps. “Yes, Ringmaster,” Kevin squeaked. Ivor held out two small vials of...

The Long, Mechanical Arm of the Law

“Okie dokie, Quaterman, time to turn on the juice and cut you loose,” Drew Beauman said as he adjusted a gear and ignited the...

When the Lights Go Down

“Ladies and gentlemen … the ever-amazing Flying Popescus!” said Ivor Hawley as the twin aerialists finished their act, each bowing their heads and crossing...

Foul Play

Mary inhaled sharply as she was pressed once more against the doorpost of the darkened general store. Pancho Castillo pulled back from the kiss...

Jokers are Wild

Bullets slammed into the walls and posts of the Telegraph Office, sending splinters flying everywhere. Lucy Clover had had enough. “Why, I ought to...

Telepathy Helmet

“… think it will be dangerous and likely … fixing this darn wagon wheel … neiiiiiiigh … bock, bock, bock, bock … and will...