Johnny Shoals swallowed a spoonful of ice cream and kept his eyes straight ahead. He had too much invested to tip his hand now. Behind…
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Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
“I heard he ran off with an Apache squaw. Livin’ with the indians up in Purple Rock.” Jack Smithers poked at the campfire. “Nah ……
Ordinarily, this type of situation would have been handled with a couple rounds of fisticuffs behind the saloon. But this was no everyday skirmish among…
Dot Wilson caught the toe of her shoe on a rock just as she was about to climb into the family wagon. Her shoulder bag…
Every night at half-past 11, old Hoss Jacobs drained the last drop from his canteen, gazed out at the open range in front of Grayback…
Graverobbers were the lowest of the low, a scourge on God’s green earth. And now look what they had wrought! Deputy Randall Kroft shook his…
The whole of Bart’s life had been spent preparing for this moment. As the dust swirled around his boots and spat in his eyes, his…
Dummy Malloy was a legend all across the Utah Territory, even though no one could remember ever talking to the man. Hell, it was doubtful…