Short Stories
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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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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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,… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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Hell’s Warband Part 4
Both parties stared at each other for several long moments, neither making sudden moves. “Rangers, remount,” Dusty said calmly. Those that could, did so. Those who had been dismounted and whose horses had wandered away instead reloaded and took cover… Continue reading
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Hell’s Warband Part 3
The Fangs were a gang of bandits known in the area for rustling livestock and waylaying caravans. They were named for the fangs and tusks of various animals they used as symbols of rank; the more teeth, the higher their… Continue reading
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Hell’s Warband Part 2
They rode east towards the mountains as the night sky began to grey with the coming dawn. Stoutbelly rode behind Jed, and he helped navigate the rangers to the site of the massacre. There was hardly a need for direction;… Continue reading
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Hell’s Warband Part 1
The gnolls came in the night. Ravaging and burning, the hyena-like monsters set fire to the outlying buildings in Breckenridge Falls so that they could play in the chaos. Except this time they didn’t just destroy, they also stole a… Continue reading
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