“Three days?” McMurphy squeezed his cigar into pulp between his molars.
“Yessir. Could’ve been much longer.” The engineer jerked his head toward the whitewashed shack at the end of the tracks. [...]
Western
Rubes
Shootout at the Windmills
I had been with Michael four years, close to five, and I thought that he was a good man. He had done a lot of bad things, but I thought [...]
The Devil and Strap Buckner
Down around Matagorda, folks love to tell of the time old Satan himself paid a visit to Texas, and found it too hot for his liking. What spoiled his trip, [...]
Tramp
Jackson rode up to Espiritu Wells as night fell, eyes rimmed red by sun and sand and body bone weary from the lengthy desert crossing. He rubbed down Rio and [...]
Ends and Means Aside
Spring, 1879
Chester Tams paused to wipe the pastry crumbs from his bushy white moustache. “I was breakfasting at my hotel three weeks ago,” he said, “when Professor Rothschild Hines came [...]