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Ma always wanted me to be a lawyer. She always believed in fighting for justice the right way. She never did admire lawlessness and the outlaws of the times. She said Jesse James and others of his kind were just creations of the press. She said they often benefitted from the local newspapers glorifying their exploits.
Timmy Gibbons had more than he could drink for the night. He surveyed the women in the saloon all around him, and he pointed towards the youngest girl in the group. With her appearance and demeanor, one could safely estimate that she was barely eighteen.
Laurie McGillicutty shuddered at the sight of Gibbons. He was a ragged and dirty man, even for the times. He often wore clothes that were long overdue of a good washing, and he definitely smelled
Claude Wingarten was a trapper, and a darn good one. Life for him was good, with one exception: his first-born, and only, child, was a girl. Eleonor 'Leo' was raised as the son her father never had but always wanted.
Life during the Civil War and mass migration to settle the south was hard enough, but even more so if you were a young woman being raised in the middle of nowhere. Young Eleonor thought she'd never find a suitable husband in the
He opened fire on the men. He fired a single shot at Casim and the shot struck him in the head. The man was killed instantly and he did not manage to fire a single shot. The other three men were already moving to draw their guns, but the bounty hunter moved faster. He fired at one man and the shot hit him in the gut. The man dropped to the ground. Another shot ripped through a man's skull, and he was dead before he hit the ground. The bounty hunter's
...Devil´s Pass was an old trading route that ran through the state. The two main connecting towns to his by way of Black Foot and Tender Foot. He had heard that bad things had happened at Black Foot.
The local Sheriff, called Bean, had been caught red-handed playing nursemaid to a group of Confederate soldiers still fighting a war that was over a few months ago. No sir, there was no way that Santi would be riding through Black Foot. Sheriff
Bob Upton, a shrewd businessman and exotic hunter, has lost something more valuable to him than his fortune. He's lost his son. While on an outing to the county fair, accompanied by a servant, young Ned Upton disappears, with only a cold trail behind.
Being a financial founder of the Austin's Texas Rangers, Upton turns to the only place he believes he can find help in locating his son. A young and somewhat inexperienced Ranger by the name of
A daring bank robbery leaves one robber wounded and the bank manager dead. Sticking to their original plan the two robbers leave town separately to allay suspicions, planning to rendezvous in the nearby forest and split the loot. But even the best of plans can go arie.
A young farmer out hunting mistakes the wounded robber for a wild animal and accidentally kills him. While searching through the dead man's belongings he comes across the money
...In the middle of the very active saloon, sat a solitary figure. The young man sat alone drinking. He was sitting all by his lonesome on a table in the middle of the busy establishment. He was met by a few friendly glances by some of the patrons, and he politely smiled back at them. The young man was known around these parts as Billy La Roca. Billy was a friendly and amicable sort, and a lot of people thought well of him around town.
The men wore fur hats and other clothes fashioned from animal skins. They were reasonably armed with Hawking rifles and pistols for firearms. Some of the men were also armed with knives axes, and hatchets. They also had a sufficient supply of ammunition but it was clear that the men would rather not have to use their weapons if they could afford it. The men were mostly white Protestants, early settlers of this relatively young country. They had
...10) One Tough Gringo
Enrique Cortes nodded as he rode with Salazar. The two men rode their horses outside the church grounds. Cortes had rode with Salazar for quite some time since his youth, and was now a young man of barely 21. Admittedly, he did not like Salazar, or his methods to keep power. Cortes grew to manhood with a healthy respect of what Salazar was capable of. He only rode with him because he felt he had no choice. After all, Salazar was a wealthy man,
...Jim Bridger was one of the most famous mountain men that ever lived. Even during the Green River rendezvous camp of 1835, his reputation had already preceded him.
Bridger was known far and wide as one of the best, if not the best and most reliable mountain men around. His competence, hardiness and experience in his trade had been long established.
The 'King of the Mountain Men' as he would later be known arrived at the Green River rendezvous
12) The Widow's Gift
The bounty hunter smiled at Tex. "Unlikely. Do you remember what happened when you saved my hash? That was something, indeed."
Tex shook his head. "I don't want to sound like you owe me anything. I was just doing what anybody else would have done."
"I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just think that's a much better topic of discussion instead of my future wedding plans." the bounty hunter said.
During the early days when civilization was pushing its frontiers farther and farther West, there roamed a special breed of men. . . neither outlaw nor officers of the law, yet more feared than either. For reward money. . . they tracked down criminals, wanted Dead or Alive, and made themselves both judge and executioner in some lonely court of no appeal. They were called "Bounty Hunters".
When he rode into the town itself, the changes were a lot more stark and prominent. There were definitely more people in the town now. More places had electricity, and telephones. The old gunslinger couldn't help but gawk a little at the horseless carriages that rolled along the neat, paved main road. He never imagined there would come a time when boxes could run on themselves and not need horses to pull them along. Granted the horseless carriages
...The undertaker was a tall and strangely enough, handsome fellow. He was surprisingly young. I expected someone who dabbled in such work to be much older and more seasoned in appearance.
Still, he spoke with the same nonchalance towards death that most men of his trade speak with.
Men like this undertaker were almost like death's messengers on this Earth. They worked to usher in new souls for the afterlife, but they did not revel in what they
I came upon the small shack in the middle of the woods that one, fine day. The sky was blue with nary a cloud in sight, and I could hear the birds singing their delight and praise of such a wonderful day.
I couldn't help but smile as I noticed how agreeable the weather was. As a traveling writer I had seen my share of foul weather, after all. I had braved my share of rain and snow storms, howling tornadoes and everything in between.
I got
Johnny Napier had won most of the hands handily, and had cleaned out the others. He could already feel the weight of their angry glances falling on him. It wasn't hard to tell that the men were not good sports about losing so much money. Most people wouldn't be, but these men were used to pulling the trigger for lesser reasons.
Levi Essen polished his old rifle. It was the same rifle he had used so many years ago when he was still a trapper. The rifle was heavy, cumbersome and downright clunky to use by today's standards. It was loaded up the old fashioned way with a jammer stick, some powder and an iron ball for ammunition. The gun had to be fired one shot at a time and reloaded after each shot. Such a rifle was definitely made obsolete by the Winchesters and the other
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