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It was here in the small town with no name that Cody 'Cannibal' Wilkens arrived. The old mountain man was known for many other monikers. Some called him 'the Eater of Savages' Souls' or 'the Crow Nightmare' after the tribe he was most famously known to have feuded with. But it was his original nickname of 'the Cannibal' that stuck. It was the name most people remembered him by, because of his infamous actions against the Crow tribe.
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Thomas Harvey spotted some Indian warriors seemingly come out of nowhere, and run towards the wagon train. The wagons were parked in front of a cave entrance and were at the top of a significantly steep hill. The Indians had to climb up the hill to get to the wagons and whoever was firing at them. Another shot was fired, but it was wild. The shot did not strike any of the Indians. It was enough, however, to get them to scamper for cover.Harvey continued...
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I had just finished a few jobs and was resting up a bit the only way I know how. With a shot of whiskey and a song. Maybe a card game, here and there would follow, or maybe something else. Turned out it was the latter that happened to me.I had just finished my shot of whiskey, and my thoughts were about my recent jobs. I had been embroiled in the old Hatfields vs. McCoys family feud. My services were tapped by the McCoys and I was one of the members...
4) Dead Ringer
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Atticus Boone crouched and bent over, taking a good look at Cyrus Blaine. He looked at him in the eye, closely."Looking at you now, I sense a striking resemblance." Atticus looked at Cyrus with much curiosity as a child would look at an ant through a magnifying glass. He couldn't believe what his eyes showed him. It was as if he were looking through a cracked mirror. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Cyrus said.For the bounty hunter,...
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"Shoot him! Shoot him down, already! I can't believe you can't take down one man!""We're trying, Jefe! We're trying, but the man is not a man! He fights like a demon from hell!""He's not a demon, but the devil himself!" Vargas could not contain his rage, and slapped one of his thugs in pure rage and frustration. His men were fighting, terrified, and were not thinking straight anymore. Perhaps he could not blame them. After all, this mystery man had...
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It had been a long ride and when Judson Law saw the small frontier town on the horizon, his spirits lifted. He was exhausted from riding for so long, and a small room with a bed would be very welcome for him. It had only been less than a week since Judson made good on a bounty and earned a decent sum. The money he had earned would be enough for a bed, and a drink. If he were lucky at cards, perhaps the amount could be stretched a good bit."Ain't that...
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"I don't have time to explain myself. The window of your escape is very small and narrow. If we stay here, more guards could arrive. I'll make this quick. You can trust me and get out of here. Or you can stay. It's your choice. Either way, I came here to free you, and any of you are free to do as you please. Now if you value your freedom, follow me!"
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Faraday pointed his revolver at the men. He fired a single shot. The shot struck the coach driver in the chest. It was a clean shot, that went right through the driver's chest. The co-driver winced in pain beside him. His shoulder was bleeding just as much as the driver's chest. Faraday's men were shocked by what they had seen. The bullet had gone through the first man's chest and exited right through, striking the man beside him. It was an amazing...
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Thomas Crane was never really one for company. The man always worked best alone. Thomas was a rough sort who preferred the company of his horse and dog more than people. This innate nature of Thomas to stay away from the company of people usually caused him a lot of trouble. Oftentimes, Thomas even believed that he was more than a little cursed. After all, wasn't it written in the Good Book that "No man is an island?" Or that "the greatest love that...
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He opened fire on the men. He fired a single shot at Casim and the shot struck him in the head. The man was killed instantly and he did not manage to fire a single shot. The other three men were already moving to draw their guns, but the bounty hunter moved faster. He fired at one man and the shot hit him in the gut. The man dropped to the ground. Another shot ripped through a man's skull, and he was dead before he hit the ground. The bounty hunter's...
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Bob Upton, a shrewd businessman and exotic hunter, has lost something more valuable to him than his fortune. He's lost his son. While on an outing to the county fair, accompanied by a servant, young Ned Upton disappears, with only a cold trail behind.Being a financial founder of the Austin's Texas Rangers, Upton turns to the only place he believes he can find help in locating his son. A young and somewhat inexperienced Ranger by the name of Sam Granger...
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As a bounty hunter, Judson Law was constantly finding himself in stressful situations. After a long ride, he came into a small town in search of a hot bath, a meal, and a good rest. What he got was far more than he bargained for. Judson Law would find himself in a fight for his freedom and his life, from a very unusual source.
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A daring bank robbery leaves one robber wounded and the bank manager dead. Sticking to their original plan the two robbers leave town separately to allay suspicions, planning to rendezvous in the nearby forest and split the loot. But even the best of plans can go arie.A young farmer out hunting mistakes the wounded robber for a wild animal and accidentally kills him. While searching through the dead man's belongings he comes across the money from...
14) The Devil's Wind
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Devil´s Pass was an old trading route that ran through the state. The two main connecting towns to his by way of Black Foot and Tender Foot. He had heard that bad things had happened at Black Foot.The local Sheriff, called Bean, had been caught red-handed playing nursemaid to a group of Confederate soldiers still fighting a war that was over a few months ago. No sir, there was no way that Santi would be riding through Black Foot. Sheriff Bean hated...
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Claude Wingarten was a trapper, and a darn good one. Life for him was good, with one exception: his first-born, and only, child, was a girl. Eleonor 'Leo' was raised as the son her father never had but always wanted.Life during the Civil War and mass migration to settle the south was hard enough, but even more so if you were a young woman being raised in the middle of nowhere. Young Eleonor thought she'd never find a suitable husband in the midst...
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Big Beaver Graham sat on the ground all tied up. The ropes were wrapped tightly around his person. There was no way he was wriggling out of this anytime soon. A figure approached him. The man was not as tall or as large as Big Beaver Graham was, but he wasn't on the ground, all tied up. Big Beaver Graham was so named, because he was a large mountain man. He was exceptionally tall and with a large frame, but sitting where he was, he seemed small and...
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It was just another night in the small boom town of Bradshaw. A prospector by the same name discovered gold in a nearby mine, and the small town sprouted in the middle of nowhere. Like wild mushrooms popping up in the middle of a dead bark, the town grew rapidly and developed a rowdy reputation. It attracted all sorts, from desperate men trying to find their fortune, to rowdy, lawless types that tried to escape theirs. The town of Bradshaw drew them...
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"They've got us surrounded, John!" Potts said.Colter nodded grimly. "I know. They're signaling us to paddle to shore. I don't think we have much of a choice." he said.Potts did not answer his friend. He was already hastily loading and priming his musket. He would be able to get a single shot off, at best. At worst, the Indians would probably scalp him before he even managed to fire. Both men silently acknowledged that their deaths were imminent.Colter...
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He poured some more whiskey down his shot glass and offered Heisman some for himself. Heisman accepted, and Wilkens poured some of the alcohol into his bottle. Heisman was a moderate drinker himself, but nowhere near as prodigious as Wilkens was."It's fine. I reckon you've truly a taste for good whiskey." Heisman said."And you want to write your dime novel. I might as well oblige you with some of my fancy tales. After all, you are paying for the tab...
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Simon Michael Johns kept walking straight ahead through the small town's main road. He did not look around him, but merely kept his gaze straight ahead. The small and sleepy town did not look any different from the other towns that Simon drifted through. As the gunslinger "Swift Mercy" Johns, he had seen his fair share of gun battles, and had drifted through many towns in his travels. After a while, they all looked the same to him. The buildings and...
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