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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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"They killed Dean. He was just a boy," the engineer said."Ain't nothin' we can do about that now," Herb said."I'm probably going to be the one who'll have to tell John's parents about this. The poor kid was just trying to do his job."Herb Carlson shook his head. "I'm sorry mister, but believe it or not, we didn't want it to end that way. We just wanted the railroad company's money for a good cause and that's just what we're going to get now."The old...
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John Thorn was up with the sun, and long before his wife and two sons awakened was riding for town. He had much to do and little time to do it in.John had been ranching in these parts for the past ten years only to find the open range around him was vanishing faster than rain on the trail in the August heat. Today was the day he was selling off the herd. Another-luckier-local rancher had gone into business with the town banker, and their offer wasn't...
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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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"I don't have time to explain myself. The window of your escape is very small and narrow. If we stay here, more guards could arrive. I'll make this quick. You can trust me and get out of here. Or you can stay. It's your choice. Either way, I came here to free you, and any of you are free to do as you please. Now if you value your freedom, follow me!"
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It was a short ride from where they were to the Apache camp. The ride for Gore was made even shorter with engrossing conversation from Waning Moon. Gore could not help but be amazed at how far Waning Moon had come from when he first met him some years back. Gore was a much younger frontiersman back then, and so was Waning Moon. Both men were young, strong and fearless. They came from two different worlds that often clashed when they met, and it would...
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Faraday pointed his revolver at the men. He fired a single shot. The shot struck the coach driver in the chest. It was a clean shot, that went right through the driver's chest. The co-driver winced in pain beside him. His shoulder was bleeding just as much as the driver's chest. Faraday's men were shocked by what they had seen. The bullet had gone through the first man's chest and exited right through, striking the man beside him. It was an amazing...
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He poured some more whiskey down his shot glass and offered Heisman some for himself. Heisman accepted, and Wilkens poured some of the alcohol into his bottle. Heisman was a moderate drinker himself, but nowhere near as prodigious as Wilkens was."It's fine. I reckon you've truly a taste for good whiskey." Heisman said."And you want to write your dime novel. I might as well oblige you with some of my fancy tales. After all, you are paying for the tab...
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Atticus Boone crouched and bent over, taking a good look at Cyrus Blaine. He looked at him in the eye, closely."Looking at you now, I sense a striking resemblance." Atticus looked at Cyrus with much curiosity as a child would look at an ant through a magnifying glass. He couldn't believe what his eyes showed him. It was as if he were looking through a cracked mirror. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Cyrus said.For the bounty hunter,...
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"I'll hunt down any man! For the right price!"Those were the grim words of the bounty hunter, Lincoln Dollar. His real name was lost to the mists of time, but his moniker was never forgotten. Everyone knew that it described him perfectly.Lincoln Dollar was a man that was all about money. He was a man that would hunt anyone for the right price, and he was not ashamed of it.
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The grizzly stared back at young Colter and gave a loud roar. Its roar echoed throughout the vast wilderness and the sound of the animal's fury made Colter's blood run cold. The young mountaineer had interrupted it from its grisly task of killing Fulton, but he wasn't sure if he had made it in time. Fulton was clearly in a bad way with blood pouring from his scalp, all over his face. And the young and inexperienced mountaineer had only his tomahawk...
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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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The life of an outlaw is never an easy one. Men that go down that path are destined to be hunted all the days and nights of their lives. It's a life of constantly being on the run from the law, never having one permanent address, and always looking over your shoulder for the long arm of the law. There's hardly any comfort when you're alive, and it usually ends in only three ways. Either you get caught and spend the remainder of your days in the slammer,...
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It had been several years since the incident at the camp of the Lewis and Clark expedition. Most of the men had completely forgotten about the incident and went on with their lives. John Colter and John Potts did not really forget about the incident, but they had placed it at the back of their minds. Like the other men, Potts and Colter figured that the incident happened so many years ago, and it was time to move on. The men from the expedition had...
16) Ambushed
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Consumed by greed, the leading citizens of Stockton, map out a daring plan to steal to the proceeds from the sale of a ranch and a cattle herd by a prominent local rancher, Jake Warren, who is moving his family to Wyoming.When the hired gun fails to do the job as planned, the conspirators frame the man's son, the only survivor of the planned murders, as the good son, gone bad, over his love for a local girl.Falsely accused of murdering his family,...
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It was just another night in the small boom town of Bradshaw. A prospector by the same name discovered gold in a nearby mine, and the small town sprouted in the middle of nowhere. Like wild mushrooms popping up in the middle of a dead bark, the town grew rapidly and developed a rowdy reputation. It attracted all sorts, from desperate men trying to find their fortune, to rowdy, lawless types that tried to escape theirs. The town of Bradshaw drew them...
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Big Beaver Graham sat on the ground all tied up. The ropes were wrapped tightly around his person. There was no way he was wriggling out of this anytime soon. A figure approached him. The man was not as tall or as large as Big Beaver Graham was, but he wasn't on the ground, all tied up. Big Beaver Graham was so named, because he was a large mountain man. He was exceptionally tall and with a large frame, but sitting where he was, he seemed small and...
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Simon Michael Johns kept walking straight ahead through the small town's main road. He did not look around him, but merely kept his gaze straight ahead. The small and sleepy town did not look any different from the other towns that Simon drifted through. As the gunslinger "Swift Mercy" Johns, he had seen his fair share of gun battles, and had drifted through many towns in his travels. After a while, they all looked the same to him. The buildings and...
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"They've got us surrounded, John!" Potts said.Colter nodded grimly. "I know. They're signaling us to paddle to shore. I don't think we have much of a choice." he said.Potts did not answer his friend. He was already hastily loading and priming his musket. He would be able to get a single shot off, at best. At worst, the Indians would probably scalp him before he even managed to fire. Both men silently acknowledged that their deaths were imminent.Colter...
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