Stories tagged “wild west”
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Strangers Round These Parts
The chair’s legs squeaked as he rocked back, enough to let the man in black see the silver handle of the revolver in the holster, grooved for fast draws. As he pushed back the coat, dust fell from the white cotton. No one wore a white coat in tha...
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San Lucas at Night
It was almost night at the San Lucas outpost just outside of Los Gorriónes, a small, dusty town on the edge of the frontier. The occasional buzzard could be seen circling the open lands in search of supper. The air was tense. Father Michael thumbed th...
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Ain't From 'Round Here
Later… The sun was high overhead, shadows clinging to their owners like frightened dogs. The tall trees around the mine groaned in the light wind. The man in white lowered his hand to the well-oiled holster of his Colt revolver. “You’...
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No Need for a Hatter
Oily black smoke rose from the scuffed and battered pistol as though the grime on the weapon were seeping into the air around it. The man in black grinned, hopping over the four prone bodies before him with a step that was nearly a dance. He knelt at e...
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Judge Smug Eats Humble Pie
Smug felt pretty satisfied as he rode into the town. It was quieter than the last time, and the sun was a comin’ down. He figured he’d stop at Kitty’s to have a drink or two. He could celebrate his victory of this newly polished jewe...
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Marshal Law
Bella Marshall turned on the tenth step and fired. Her bullet flew true, burying itself in Turner’s thigh. The man screamed and clucthed at his leg. Bella kept her guns drawn in case his buddies got any bright ideas. She had found that men got pr...
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Going through the motions
Paul Lyons sat in his cramped cell. His fingers still black from the ink off of the finger print pad. The arresting officer never realized that Paul didn’t have any recognizable prints. So there he sat, in a cell built by lower creatures than his own...
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Shots and Spurs
“He’s scum, Bryce. He’s pure scum, and he’s lower than whale shit.” Bill, the toothless bartender, said. Most of his teeth had been knocked out breaking up fights in the bar. The rest just fell out. Bill poured Bryce anoth...
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Tumbleweed
“How long till we get there george?” “Won’t be long’ now John, jus’ keep following me” Johns horse wavered a bit, but he pulled the reigns and continued. “So this place was named tumble weed?” He as...