My trail led out of wilderness, a goat path headed down. For years somehow I'd stood the test of mining desperate ground. Now with rifle cradled like a child and pistols here and there. With eyes this world had not beguiled, that had a look that said: "...
Fastest gun in the west MF Burbuaugh short story My name is Brentwater, William Brentwater. I have spent most of my life defending myself because of my size. Most people think because I am small I am some pansy. Far to many just called me Wee Willy behind...
The old man sat up watching the fire, the family, the horses, the stars…if there were nothing to watch he would still be awake. That’s what old men do – stay awake. “Where are you going?” His grandson stopped and pointed into the darkness with his lips. “...
The first time I met her, I followed a herd of adults out into a green pasture. I ignored their dull talking. We were introduced, and her twenty-some-year-old daughter was there. Omni was pretty, even though she was old; all of her hair had turned white....
This is written as a stand alone story but some of it might be better understood if you read the first two chapters starting with “The Town Drunk.” Dave Meyer and Emmett Wolf had struck it rich with a fabulous gold strike which had raised their station in...
I've tried to write this as a stand alone story but might be better understood if you first read “The Town Drunk” which can be found on my page. David Meyer and his partner, Emmett Wolf, had become wealthy men when they had partnered on a gold mine. Almos...
