Cal nosed the mule under the bar as he turned into Heaven. Looking up, he saw the weathered chunk of wood on which he'd carefully carved the word "Paradise" when he'd first come to live with the Cowdens. Looking beyond that, up the length of the valley and then even higher, up the flanks of snowcapped Hahn's Peak, his heart went zing as it always had at the...
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Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself. Feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not. -- Izzy * * * * Here I sit still in a police cruiser with my hands handcuffed behind my back. The Hi...
"Why can't we stay outside the gates like before?" Tate asked, for what felt like the hundredth time. "Because there are bandits outside the gates and they'll attack us. Now stop worrying Shantran, there's room enough for the entire tribe inside, especially during a festival." Tate didn't say anything else but Lukas knew how tormented the younger man felt....
Summary: The shocking truth of the old west finally told. Note 1: This is a special western themed story created by the lovely Black Randi. Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Black Randi, thor_p, Robert, and Wayne for editing this strange attempt. PS: Western is not my forte so please don't judge me too much on this story. Cowboys & Big Cock Indians History i...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...
I forgot I had this story in my drafts... it's a bit silly. I remember I got my partner to read it and he just burst out laughing (haha). *** In the Great Plains of Montana, not long ago, cowboys came to this Indian Land with their driven cattle, eagerly searching for a place to comfortably settle. They knew they'd be sharing this land; they even traded w...
Working Up The Nerve I had never done anything like this before; it was risky hooking up with someone you met on an app, especially for me. He could leave me bloody and bruised on the side of the road after taking all my money; hell it could be a group of backward thinking Neanderthals wanting to kill me. Or worse yet, he could destroy my life in another way...
Dr. Emory glowered silently at me all the next day while we were excavating around the tomb entrance at our ancient Egyptian burial site on the banks of the upper Nile in Sudan. And his precious young assistant, Clint Winston, couldn't seem to look at me at all. No doubt Clint had gone straight to the archaeological team head and had revealed that I had take...
Lukas opened his eyes begrudgingly and stared languidly up at the night sky. Tate's warm body lay beside him, close and comforting in the chill spring air. He supposed he should be thankful that Tate still deigned to sleep beside him, especially when every gesture and word that came out of his mouth seemed to scream hostility. Lukas tried to push away the su...