She was a hoochie coochie dancer, I was a mere glass collector. Sure, she had flirted with me before. But asking me to adjust her brassiere was a step up and totally against the rules. Now my hand was quivering as she pressed my palm between her decolle...
“Yer outnumbered, girl!” ‘Girl? I’ll show you girl.’ Willie propped her bowler hat on a stick and raised it slightly over the ridge of her rocky barricade. A ricochet twanged off the boulder before she even heard the shot; a grey puff of earth rose just a...
ARIZONA 1851 Willie Mac was known for being unknown; an enigma of sorts. Some legends say Willie was spawned from the union of two mythical creatures yielding the stealthy quickness of a jackrabbit with a tongue as slick as a rattlesnake and just as venom...
The wind was whipping the dust into tiny twirling columns that appeared and disappeared seemingly at will. It was brutally hot in the late August afternoon even though the sky was darkening and storm clouds were threatening. On the hour the Lutheran churc...
