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...
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...
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...
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...
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...