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Thomas Crane was never really one for company. The man always worked best alone. Thomas was a rough sort who preferred the company of his horse and dog more than people. This innate nature of Thomas to stay away from the company of people usually caused him a lot of trouble. Oftentimes, Thomas even believed that he was more than a little cursed. After all, wasn't it written in the Good Book that "No man is an island?" Or that "the greatest love that...
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I had just finished a few jobs and was resting up a bit the only way I know how. With a shot of whiskey and a song. Maybe a card game, here and there would follow, or maybe something else. Turned out it was the latter that happened to me.I had just finished my shot of whiskey, and my thoughts were about my recent jobs. I had been embroiled in the old Hatfields vs. McCoys family feud. My services were tapped by the McCoys and I was one of the members...
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The mountains know. You would be surprised how much they know. At first glance, they seem like nothing but giant rocks jutting out of the ground, but I have learned through painful experience that they are so much more. The mountains know so much, and if they could only speak, oh the stories that they could tell. And if one is observant enough and knows where to look or to listen, one would be able to see and hear the mountains reveal their secrets....
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Listen up! Listen up! Come far an' round! I've got a tale to tell and believe me, it begins an' ends with a man on the ground.The story is quite sad, truth be told, even a little bitter. An outlaw turned lawman, and outlaw again. His badge lost a lot of its glitter.This is the tale of one Henry H. Flatt, a man that almost had it all.His love for his wife, that is what led to his fall.
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"Who are those men Pa?" Thomas Charles asked.Henry shook his head. He didn't really know what to tell his boy. So, he decided to make it simple and straightforward."You better get inside, son." he said.Henry tried to keep his voice from trembling. Several thoughts and feelings came upon him at the same time. He tried to stay tough and firm, but deep inside of him, a storm was raging. Henry Howard knew why Papa Muertes' boys had come a knocking on...
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"Dr. St John? There's someone here to see you."The lady knocked a few times on the door, but no one answered."I'll just let ourselves in. Come with me, and don't get too startled when you see him. Dr. St. John can still be quite ornery, even with his advanced disease.""Ornery? What do you mean?"
7) Redemption
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The old mountain man woke up with a splitting headache, and his limbs felt a lot stiffer than usual. His joints and legs were sore, but not because of lack of use. No, the old mountain man was not one to be sedentary or to inactive. Considering that he lived alone in the middle of a secluded patch of forest, a slow an inactive life was a luxury he could not afford. After all, out here in the middle of the wilderness, if you did not hunt for your own...
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The bounty hunter rode into the small town. It was a nondescript town that was in the middle of nowhere. You wouldn't find the town on most maps in any of the territories. It even seemed deserted. As he entered the town, he could hear the rustle and howl of the winds as he made his way to the sheriff's office."He's here, right on the dot." one of the men said. There were four men with the sheriff in the office that day. They were all expecting the...
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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 come...
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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.
11) Rich & Lucky
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"Rich and lucky, Lydia! That's what you're destined to be, rich and lucky!"There was a bright gleam in Hiram Haydensfield's eyes. Lydia Baker knew that look in her husband's eyes, all too well."Oh Hiram! Here you go, again! I know what you're going to say."Lydia wanted to interrupt Hiram, and cut him off, but Hiram would not have any of it. She knew that he would not let her, but she had to try. She had heard him rattle off his dreams over and over...
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Like most great legends of the West no one really knew who Kid Dangerous was, or where he truly came from. His real name was shrouded in mystery, forever lost in the mists of time, and ultimately, forgotten. What was remembered however were his deeds and the consequences of his actions. For that he was known as Kid Dangerous, a young man that brought death, danger and gunsmoke wherever he went. This tale is all about one of the kid's adventures before...
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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 Sam Granger...
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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 midst...
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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...
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Toby lay on the small bed and could not move. His wrists had been tied firmly on the bedposts, along with his ankles. He squirmed around in the bed, but it was to no avail. The ropes were tied too tightly and there was no way Toby could wriggle free.Sweat began to pour down from his forehead as he contemplated his grim fate."I can't believe this is happening to me! I just passed through this town to get some respite from cattle herding and this happens...
18) Faith and Hope
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"There's been a string of murders round town recently. A lot of these coloreds being strung up and murdered. Not very pleasant stuff."Seagle smiled. He had an idea where this conversation was going to be headed. "Not very pleasant for who? For you, or for the negroes?"Wertham raised an eyebrow at Seagle. "Whatever do you mean?"
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Young Jeff Carvers ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was a young man, and in fair health. He was a good sprinter, and used to hard work, but there was no way that his legs would be able to outrun a horse.Jeff heard the hoofbeats beating down behind him. It was hopeless, but Jeff still ran. His very life depended on this, and he had to do something. Unfortunately, there was just no way he could win this race."Gotcha!" Jeff felt the hard and...
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My tale is a tale of death and ultimately love, as most tales of the West really are. It is a tale that takes several twists and turns through the fabric of fate, ending ultimately where it must. However, it begins with a tale of theft.My name is Hurit. I was given this name because of my ability to steal horses. I do not know how I acquired this trait. I can surmise that the creation spirits were kind enough to give me skill, cunning and understanding...