Too Tough To Die

Act 1 “Matilda, do you remember what happened?” John said when I came back. Of course I remembered. Nobody could forget a day like...

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,...

Separate Ways

Clothes, ammo, and food. Things that’ll sell even when people are scared and times are hard. --far too many aspiring shopkeepers Lucinda Clover, “Lucy” to everyone...

The Ballad of Mario Crane, Part 3

They turned to look at me, each of them horrible in their own fashion, people who must wear masks to appear remotely human. In...

A Deal Re-Negotiated

The horse neighed as it trotted to a stop. The rider dismounted, his boots digging into the dirt softened by last night’s rain, as...

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...

Lane Spots the Marks

Ulysses Marks’ day was getting worse. All that stood between him and a noose were the shuttered streets of the North End. Broken boards...

Shane and Graves Security

Warren Graves lounged behind his desk at the Shane and Graves Security office, his hands dutifully cleaning the chamber of his Colt revolver while...

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...

Return To Gomorra, Pt 2

The door to the Gomorra sheriff’s office squeaked in protest as it swung inward. The splintered piece of wood hung precariously from its hinges...