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Thunder Rumbled in the distance. It's echoes seemed to bounce endlessly. Lightning struck once, then flashed three more times in quick succession. Those in the mansion felt it was a...

Clouds blew shadows over the white, brightly decorated teepees of a large Souix village. Children played in the center of the village. More children played in the nearby river. Women...

Madge Cargon sat looking down at her dead husband. The grief in her heart barely showed in her bloodshot eyes. As if in a trance she looked up at the...

Jim Sutton gazed over the dry hump of dirt, down at the confusion below. Four men, Mexican bandits by the look of them, were having their way with a slender...

"I hope this will suffice, Mr. Appleton," Raybeth Carson said, as she stood by the door and pointed inside. "I would appreciate it if you would hang up your gun,"...

Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching...

A tattered wooden ship under full sail smashed through 14 foot waves. Mist and white water deluged the weathered decks. Three sailors scurried up the main mast to trim the...

Roberto Sanchez craned his neck as he passed a quaint old motel. It had once been fabulous in days long past. Roberto pinched his lips as he tried to decide....

Author: Western A desert breeze blew in through the open doors of the hacienda. The water ola swung gently beneath the cool, shaded porch. Sparrows, nesting in the nearby adobe...

Author: Western Mat Archer guided his appaloosa carefully down the trail until he entered a small natural clearing. He stopped and surveyed the ranch below. It was a typical, if...

Author: Western Falling Water paused with his hatchet upheld. He looked around the wagon train at the dead and dying. He saw the sides of a wagon move and realized...

Author: Western Trace chains rattled musically as the wagons plodded forward. The squeak of badly greased wheels, the plod of hooves, and the occasional creak of a wagon, were the...

Author: Western Marcus sat for a moment, enjoying the sound of birds in the trees, and the rustle of alder leaves in the gentle breeze. The bright colors of leaves...

Author: Western "Ratabaugh!" an authoritative voice called from behind a dust-covered figure in a leather vest and levis. John Ratabaugh spun around with his hand on his colt. He relaxed...