Doyle’s Hoyle

Steele Archer caressed the leather of the book. The “H” on the cover glowed slightly as his fingers passed over it, illuminating the dark corner...

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,...

Pancho Castillo

Since arriving in Gomorra, Pancho Castillo had been sparking a soiled dove who went by the name of Natalie. Natalie had soft, golden ringlets...

Lucy Clover

The doors to the Dead Dog erupted as a man was launched out of the tavern and into the street, his already bloodied face crashing...

Kevin Wainwright

Kevin Wainwright ambled through the town square with the rolling gait of a drunken sailor. Instead of the expected trail of dust clouds, his...

Abram Gothe

Lord, how did I get here? I let go of the rope to let Wendy lead him off to the jail. This one started a...

Remy LaPointe

Remy LaPointe could not remember the last time he’d had a good drink. When the patrons around here said they wanted a “good drink”, it...

Sanford Taylor

The Storm, whatever it was, had laid waste to Ghost Creek. There was no reason for Sheriff Annie Portman to stay. In the weeks...

Auto-Revolver

“Actually Mr. Healey, it’s rather simple,” Elander Boldman explained once again, quite proud of his creation. “It has a small clockwork engine inside. Unlike...