Blood on the Medina Part 1
A fist pounded against the door, jolting them awake. The voice that followed was familiar but tense. “Zeke, it’s Frank. Get up. Something’s happened.” Ezekiel Cobb got up from his bed and put on his boots. His wife, Amanda, soothed their youngest child back to sleep. His oldest son, Nate, was starting to put his…
Blood on the Medina Part 2
“Why in the hell does Wenger think Teddy did it?” Cobb asked. They had brought Ernest Brauer back to the Cobb homestead, where Amanda had made coffee and a hot compress for Ernest’s head. The children were doing their chores, leaving the three adults to discuss the events in privacy. The farmer shook his head.…
Blood on the Medina Part 3
Jean Posey’s wealth had made him be, according to several of the farmers and homesteaders whose property butted up against his, a first-class son of a bitch. He owned much of the surrounding countryside and didn’t like it being settled by homesteaders and farmers. He was a cattleman, and supplied beef and horses to the…
Blood on the Medina Part 4
The silence between them was heavy as they rode. Cobb replayed the confrontation in his mind, wondering just how far Posey would go to protect his son—or his pride. He soon found out. Zeke and Ernest were halfway back to town when they heard hoofbeats behind them. They turned in their saddles and looked behind…
Blood on the Medina Part 5
Cobb thought it best he talk to Gus Trautmann, Katarina’s father, alone. Ernest agreed and returned home to comfort his wife and to await the sheriff. Trautmann was their friend and lived above his general store close to the town square. He welcomed Cobb inside and poured him a cup of coffee. “Ern wanted to…
Blood on the Medina Part 6
Caught between the lynch mob, the marshal’s ambition, and the jail, Cobb had but an instant to make his choice. He turned on his heels and grabbed the marshal by his lapel and his belt, gave a big heave, and threw him into the mob, knocking the men in front to the ground. Without looking…