“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
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
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
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
Rude images and graffiti littered the walls along the passageway. Apparently, these bandits had an artist in residence, one that liked breasts and had the vocabulary of a school child. We slowly made our way through the winding passages, with… Continue reading
At the top, we took a breath of good, clean air. Sige said, ‘They sure do stink when they die, don’t they Dusty?’ I was scanning the horizon and getting a bearing on where we were. I glanced at him… Continue reading
We began the trek through the canyon. I didn’t want to travel through it by way of the bottom road, and I knew there had to be a side trail up the canyon walls that herders used to join the… Continue reading
“The wagon rocked side to side, jostling us with each bump. I leaned over the edge to look at the old wagon wheels. It had been a rough ride so far, but I didn’t see anything loose or wobbly yet.… Continue reading
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