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Unemployed ranch hand Jim Dailey only wants some matches when he rides up to a store in Willow Grove, Kansas on a dusty, fateful summer day. What he gets when he steps inside, though, is anything but. Faced with two bloodthirsty outlaws and no other choice, Dailey pulls his six-shooter… and sets himself on a long and twisted path of triumph and tragedy.
The Tucker boys had been at loggerheads with the authorities for the best part of a year – two of their clan had even been shot down by the law. Late one Saturday in the summer of 1881, just as Marshall Will Parsons and his deputy Ed Sharman crossed the town square in the near pitch blackness of night, shots suddenly broke the stillness of the air. Had the Tucker’s finally claimed their revenge?
Jerome Willis lost his father. Nothing will keep him from finding the man he holds responsible, even if he has to search through every cow town and house of ill repute across Kansas. But not even he knows what will happen when he finds Abner Scott.
BONUS MATERIAL: JC Crumpton’s critically-acclaimed short story, Jack & Jill
Soldiers killed his family and imprisoned Montega and his sister, Niabi, with the Black Robes. While Montega struggled to preserve his Osage spirit amidst beatings and teachings about the dead god of the white man, his sister Niabi had terrors of her own to endure. On a crescent moon night, the boy asked the spirit of his ancestors for help, gathered his sister and made his last run toward freedom. The escape went bad from its first moments and a white man lie dead on the floor of a dirty barn. The children ran for their freedom, for their souls, for their very lives.
John J. Dwyer
Patrick O’Rourke and his six brothers have ridden a lot of trails since leaving Ireland. The Atlantic voyage, migrating west, soldiering alongside General Stand Watie and the Cherokee Mounted Rifles in the Indian Territory Civil War. Now only Patrick and his brother Joseph remain, driving longhorns up the Chisholm Trail. A ferocious band of Comanche warriors aims to stop them.
John T. Biggs
Nelva Riley’s smile broke up at the edges when she heard a transmission grind into a lower gear—the sound of trouble driving up a mountain road. She stepped outside and watched a cloud of dust follow her best friend’s pick up truck into her dooryard. The expression on Arizona Begay’s face told her everything she needed to know. Her babies’ daddy was looking for her again.
Love is understanding that your baby’s life is more important than where he lives it.
In the West in the 1800s, men own their women—and treat them any way they want. Rand’s way was to knock his around. Marly’s taken it for years, but now, six-gun in hand, she’ll take no more. Sooner or later, her “loving” husband will come home from drinking himself stupid, and find out just what it means to hit his wife once too often.
Jim Glover’s been through a lot. Gunfights, treks through the desert, battles with outlaws and Indians. Made it through unscathed every time. Now, he’s got to fight something worse—bring his buddy, Joe Cantrel, back home to Soldier Springs for the last time. See him buried proper. And—just maybe—set right the biggest mistake Joe ever made.
Theo Murray had no interest in being a bushwhacker, but the gang that took him off his family farm made him one, anyway. Now he’s doing time in the Vernon County Jail, wishing for freedom and the chance to start his life anew. Some of the other boys locked up with Theo have the same idea—but wishing isn’t all they plan on doing…
It’s a terrifying thing to go to war when you’re just seventeen… and even harder if you’re a girl and your job is to take photographs of men shooting and killing one another. Allie sets off to the bloody fields of the Civil War, and soon learns that it’s often hard to tell the difference between friends and enemies.