The Ballad of Mario Crane, Part 1
The first thing that went through my mind was, “This poor bird clearly should have practiced with balls before he moved up to juggling...
Sun in Your Eyes
Fred Aims had a mouth that got him in trouble on occasion. Today was one of those occasions.
“Duel at high noon? Make it six...
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...