crime story
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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