Jailbird Honey

Moving far from civilized society’s comforts for a reporter position in the “untamed West” had taken an adjustment. Elise’s parents had wrung their hands over her choice to venture out into the Wyoming Territory. Still, her editor’s offer had been too alluring to reject, and so away she went, to cover the gunslingers and US Marshals that brought them to justice.

The Re-ward for Barrelsmoke Mullins

Ma always did say I wasn’t one for sense. If she were alive she’d say it now to be sure. But Mary Curtis was long dead, and Pa Hank Curtis, too. The old marshal had never thought much of his daughter. In some small way Jessie hoped maybe bringing Pa’s murderer to justice would help ease some of that, from beyond the grave and somesuch. Anyway. She wasn’t one to put stock in what the preacher man said. This Barrelsmoke business had nothin’ to do with bein’ a big damn hero or a vengeance quest or nothin’. Just seemed like the right thing to do.

The Long Dreamed

Inspired by Lord Huron’s The Night We Met and the above image. When I found her, she was smiling. The cavern walls were slippery, even the light filtering through the chamber shaft was cold, but she was smiling. I reached out my hand to her and her frigid slender fingers […]