Witness protection Stories

Witness protection sucks. No friends, family, connections, or intimacy are retained. The anonymous advert made her a working girl now. So many strangers are touching, using, and enjoying her. She craves closeness and compassion, a kind word, or a gentle moment. She suffers a relentless procession of pent-up frustration from tormented men. She saves the cash to escape one fine day. She knows no names and gathers no friends...

Hunt Blackstone was just within his forties, but he refused to slow down. In the early eighties, he was born to a Diné father and a white mother in El Paso, Texas. He lived in El Paso until he was four years old, learning English, Spanish, and his Indigenous father's language. From El Paso, he moved to the eastern side of the state and spent his early years working on his father's ranch. He learned to shoot and ride like...