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Bounty Hunter

Bounty Hunter

Brix Ransom, a tall twist of rawhide, stood sipping his beer at the bar next to Dumphy, the trail boss for the Triple X Cattle Company. I’m headed out in the morning, need to collect my pay. I won’t have it tomorrow, Dumphy told him. Why? The […]

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Santiago’s Tale

Santiago’s Tale

Santiago is thought to be the best fisherman in the village of Vizcuan because he brings the most fish to market. There are few days out of the year when Santiago doesn’t have fish to sell. Even though he is old and tired, he fishes every day. […]

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On a Snowy Sunday at the Odd Cafe

On a Snowy Sunday at the Odd Cafe

On a cold gray November day, he felt trapped inside his small apartment. He walked to the windows that overlooked Steele Street. Down below, an occasional car passed by slushing wet snow onto the empty sidewalk. The wet snow kept people inside. He had homework but didn’t […]

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Wild Things

Wild Things

Things should stay wild. Ples believed this even while he made plans to run another band of wild horses. He couldn’t help himself, they were wild and so was he. Even when he knew they had a slim chance of surviving after they’d been captured, he couldn’t […]

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Four-thirty a.m.

Four-thirty a.m.

Four-thirty a.m. They yell at each other from across the street, their voices echoing through the emptiness. Are you just going to walk away from me? After all this? What do you want from me? I want you to come here. Why? Because I need you. I’m […]

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Afterward

Afterward

The therapist, Dr. Blankenship, continued to stare down at the writing pad in his lap when she told him she had grown weary, and not only weary but bored with life. “Yes, that’s it, I’m bored,” Elise said. “And you think that by ending your life you […]

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Road to Nowhere

Road to Nowhere

On the surface, John Lancer seemed calm but underneath a fiery caldera simmered, ready to erupt at the first disturbance. He wasn’t a man you wanted to piss off. But Manny Morningstar was too bent on self-destruction, took too many chances, believed too much in his own […]

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Hard Men

Hard Men

The Kid stood up and with long strides and the clink of spurs on the hardwood floor strode over and placed his mug in the bin of breakfast dishes. Reston watched him slip into the oilskin he took from the coatrack next to the side door and […]

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The Pirate

The Pirate

Even before the summer sun began to paint the eastern sky, Rowan, in his purple headscarf and black eye patch, jumped out of his bunk and reached for his wooden sword stowed under the mattress. He yelled “good morning, mate” to Yellowbeard, yanking off the cage’s cloth […]

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Romero Meets Picasso

Romero Meets Picasso

Romero passed a quiet Thanksgiving in his studio. After the tumult of the past couple of days, he looked forward to his solitude. And now, the day after, he was back to work. He set a new canvas on the easel and began. A painting of the […]

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