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...

The Wagner Solution

“Everything’s secure, Kyle,” the cowpoke said, moving to the door. “You sure you’ll be alright tonight?” The young doctor looked up from his workbench, disturbed...

Act V: Under the Castle

by Jason Pere The musty smell and coarse scratch of fabric secured by a rope suggested to Rafi Hamid that a burlap sack covered his...

Double of Nuthin’

Rico’s hands flashed the cards across the table so quick they were a blur, and then slapped one of his powerful hands down on...

Gomorra Jail

With a whiskey bottle secure in hand, Clyde Owens bounded into the Gomorra jail. He sang in a gruff, raspy voice and didn’t give...

Long Strides to Gomorra

It’s a long way to Gomorra from Shan Fan. Wasn’t always that way, and still only about eighty miles as the raven flies. ‘Course,...

Double Dealin’

Ivor rose as the man entered his private tent. “Mr. Byre, or should I call you Mayor Byre?” Ivor shook his guest’s hand and smiled. Both...

Aces Low – Act I

by Owen Lean April, 1882 There is absolutely nothing lucky about the number seven—anyone who tells you that is a fool. As I have discovered over...

Return to Gomorra, Part 3

So far Coot Jenkins, Rafi Hamid, and Jack “Black Jack” Jackson had not seen hide nor hair of any other living being since their...

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...