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"You ready to tell me what we're carrying?" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Well first place, if it was nitroglycerin, then I would take another route. If it was whiskey I'd stop for a drink any time. Why is it you don't want to tell me?" "Alright, if you must know, it's dynamite." "Dynamite! Why in blazes didn't you tell me that when we started?" "If you had known would you have agreed to carry it?" "Probably not."

After two days of traveling, I pulled up on Sugar's reins, stared at the trail ahead, turned in the saddle and looked at the dusty trail behind. It looked like silver water running off a duck's back, and the land in front of us seemed to sizzle, like a burning flame. Some of the terrain looked vaguely familiar, but then looking a second time, it didn't look like anything I had seen before. As I took another look, the subtle rise and fall of the land all looked the same.

A small-town sheriff worn out after serving his ungrateful town tracks down a killer - and in the process encounters all sorts of obsticles. What will happen when he finds the killer? Join The Last Ride for adventure and excitment.

We all went over to the sound, and there in the bushes was a young Indian brave. He was in pretty bad shape. The other Indians must have thought he had run off when the fighting started, or maybe they didn't care because he was so young, so they didn't bother looking for him. He was probably 10 or 11 years old, too young to be going on a raid like this.

Jedidiah Isaiah Jenkins, an 18-20-year-old redheaded, left-handed fast draw, travels the states and territories of the old west of the late 1800s with his two friends, rooting out and destroying evil whenever and wherever he finds it. Jed is easy going until pushed too far, then it is kill or be killed. Jed is a true Christian at heart, and believes he has been ordained to carry out God's will. But does Jed have what it takes to rid these places of the evil that is wreaking havoc?

He pointed to a poster on the wall. "Maybe, you'd better read that poster," he said. The poster read: YOU WILL BE TRAVELING THROUGH INDIAN COUNTRY AND THE SAFETY OF YOUR PERSON CANNOT BE VOUCHSAFED BY ANYONE BUT GOD. "Interesting." I said.

"You got something in there fit for riding?" She nodded again. "Put it on, you're going with me." She turned and went behind the stagecoach.

She is a prostitute until she gets fired and has to leave town. She becomes the mail-order bride of a Baptist preacher in a small town in North Central Texas. She tells the marriage broker about her past but doesn’t tell her husband-to-be. As life deals its twists and turns, will the truth finally be found out? She’s afraid to admit that she does have a past that wouldn’t be prudent for a pastor's wife. This story will tell of the trials she will have to overcome to prove herself worthy of her new position in this small town.

It was a little after noon on a Friday. I was really looking forward to a great weekend with Nora. I guess you could call her my fiancé. We've been going together for almost two years, and she's always hinting that we should tie the knot. I glanced up from my thoughts, and I saw her...walking down the middle of the street.

Wanted! Brides for lonely men in Texas. He had sent money for expenses along with a train ticket. I had never had this much money to spend on myself. If this is what it's like to be a Texas bride, then I like it.

The exciting new western from Texas best seller J.C. Hulsey! Have you ever been to Hell? Hell, Texas? So it was on that particular day at that particular time in that particular Texas town, Tebo Sterling, Texas Bounty Hunter was born.

Do you believe in ghosts? Some folks do, some don't - I'm not sure if I believe. In this short story you, will have to opportunity to make up your own mind about what you want to believe.

Ex-marshal, Cliff Baron, 35 years old, six feet four inches, neatly trimmed wavy brown hair, turning gray at the temples. He has whiskey-colored eyes and a pencil thin mustache on his upper lip. He's a stout man weighing about 190 pounds. He dresses immaculately with a flower on his lapel at all times. He's always clean shaven, but today, he has a three day growth of beard. He's on his way to Shortland, Texas to pick up the man who cost him his job. His best friend since childhood, Montgomery Mayfield.

Greed is an awful thing. It can take over a person's mind and consume all their energy, until it is brought to fulfillment in either of two ways. One being death, or the other way, which is the preferable way, is to find and procure that which a person is greedy for.

While visiting with my aunt and uncle, in Itching Tree, Idaho, I received a telegram. It was from Mayor Madison of Windy Butte, New Mexico. I had taken care of a problem they had when we passed through there on our way to Velvet Sky, Arizona. It seemed they had a similar situation now. The new sheriff they hired was causing all kinds of grief and trouble.

The town was named Itching Tree because when the first settlers arrived, one of the trees was covered with poison oak and poison ivy. Anyone who got near it would itch for days, even weeks. Only one out of several trees was contaminated. The people tried everything to rid the tree of the poison, but nothing seemed to work. Then one day, almost six months later, magically the tree was clear of all signs of the poison. No one knows what happened. It seemed like a miracle had happened overnight.

Justifiable homicide. That's what they called it. Therefore, I only had to serve 20 years instead of the mandatory life sentence, for murder. The judge said I could have been hanged. I got out in 17 years for good behavior. Now here I am on my way home, wondering if I still have a home, still have a wife. Do I still have a son? Did she wait, like she said she would in the few letters that I received? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. Seventeen years is a long time to wait for a passionate woman like her.

Them Dakota Territories is an outlaw's paradise, untamed and uncivilized, that's what I heard. It's a bad place fer a person to be going to, if you ask me. They say that this Judge Renfro is what you call a hanging judge. They say he hung a feller one time just to see how long his legs would kick until he died.

The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.