Wild west Stories

Luke crouched in the corner of the building, bullets whizzing past him. It was a trap; he knew it now. The cattle rustlers had lured the US Marshalls to this stinking town and laid a trap. He watched as his commanding officer was shot right between the eyes. He wasn’t yellow or anything, he didn’t have a death wish. He had run to the first bit of cover he could find. He checked his revolver once more, he had a few bullets...

“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 above her head. ‘Shit.’ “Last chance, girl,” one of them shouted. ”Reward says dead or alive, but as purdy as ya’re,” there was a pause. “We’d rather take ya alive!” Their...

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 venomous. Whenever thunderclouds rolled down the hillside, scorching the earth with strikes of forked lightning and skies opened to rain fury across the prairies, Willie Mac w...