“We are rough men and used to rough ways” – Bob Younger, famed outlaw of the Wild West It was still dark outside when he woke up. He grunted and ran a hand over his eyes to wipe the sleep from them. Sitting up in bed, he stretched to …
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Now, Soapy Joe was a liar. If you’ve ever come across him then you know exactly what I mean. If you ain’t never met him, why, then you take my word for it or ask some of the others if I’m wrong. We all knew it but he told a decent st …
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A Visit from Faye by John McNally author of Revenge at Powder River and A Gift From Crick Walt sat on the veranda in his rocking chair. He made the chair himself those three years past and he reckoned it just got more comfortable wi …
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Dogbite Seventeen by Chris Adam Smith aka Harry J Thorn Long before Old John Halloran opened up his Saloon and Pool Hall in Dogbite with the added attraction of the ladies upstairs, Halloran had been a fair country doctor who quit hi …
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“You ain’t going to do nothin’, Saturday.” Staines grinned, nuzzling his face into the ample cleavage dark-haired young saloon girl. “You’re outnumbered twelve to one, you try and take me and these men here will gun you down like the old do …
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A Short Story by Will Starr ‘It’s time.’ Jake Smithers glared at me from his bunk and remained seated. ‘If I have to, I’ll get Jonas and Billy and we’ll carry you out.’ I paused. ‘Don’t let them see you scared, Jake. Walk out there on your …
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Dogbite sixteen February’s Short Story A quiet Sunday afternoon, the eternal Wyoming breeze drifted across the valley easing away some of the trapped heat surrounding the yard and buildings of the Rocking W. The only activity, small dun-col …
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The Silence of Stillman Lott John McNally The one-armed man came in now and again, but he wasn’t no regular. He had something of the army about him, the look of a veteran of some hard war. Maybe it cost him his arm; we didn’t know and we di …
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