George Cottonwood Books

fiction

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Love’s Sendero Part 8

    My arms ached. I felt like I was simultaneously floating and being pulled down at the same time. Someone slapped my face. It jarred me and I came back to full consciousness. I was slapped again and as my eyes… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 7

    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

  • Love’s Sendero Part 6

    We washed our weapons, arms, and faces with what water we had, keeping an eye out for the two adults that had slithered away. But they never came back. We walked on for another hour before we came toward some… Continue reading