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This is a short story of a man hired to guard, as he puts it, a worthless stinky smelly mud hole.

Brian Cavanaugh (alias the Kid Cavanaugh) has just reached the half century mark in his life. People have always said if a professional gunfighter lives past 50, he is either very good or very lucky. At this age, he has decided to hang up his gun and retire, so he travels across the country to return to his childhood home of Rickety Springs, Texas.

Do you believe in ghosts? Some folks do, some don't - I'm not sure if I believe. In this short story you, will have to opportunity to make up your own mind about what you want to believe.

He pointed to a poster on the wall. "Maybe, you'd better read that poster," he said. The poster read: YOU WILL BE TRAVELING THROUGH INDIAN COUNTRY AND THE SAFETY OF YOUR PERSON CANNOT BE VOUCHSAFED BY ANYONE BUT GOD. "Interesting." I said.

If you are looking for the main character of a story not to have any weaknesses, if you are looking for him to be trust worthy and always making the right decisions, then this is not the book for you. If you're looking for the main character to invite home to meet your mama and be your life-long friend, then this is not the book for you....

Ex-marshal, Cliff Baron, 35 years old, six feet four inches, neatly trimmed wavy brown hair, turning gray at the temples. He has whiskey-colored eyes and a pencil thin mustache on his upper lip. He's a stout man weighing about 190 pounds. He dresses immaculately with a flower on his lapel at all times. He's always clean shaven, but today, he has a three day growth of beard. He's on his way to Shortland, Texas to pick up the man who cost him his job. His best friend since childhood, Montgomery Mayfield.

"You got something in there fit for riding?" She nodded again. "Put it on, you're going with me." She turned and went behind the stagecoach.

"You can't shoot me, you're a preacher." "I haven't always been a preacher. You and I have unfinished business from before I became a preacher." The Preacher spoke softly, "I'm not gonna kill you. In fact, I'm gonna forgive you for what you did to my wife and me. However, I do require that you walk over to the sheriff's office and turn yourself in." "I ain't going no place with you." said the man. The Preacher stood, waiting calmly with his hand hovering over his pistol.

Jedidiah Isaiah Jenkins, an 18-20-year-old redheaded, left-handed fast draw, travels the states and territories of the old west of the late 1800s with his two friends, rooting out and destroying evil whenever and wherever he finds it. Jed is easy going until pushed too far, then it is kill or be killed. Jed is a true Christian at heart, and believes he has been ordained to carry out God's will. But does Jed have what it takes to rid these places of the evil that is wreaking havoc?

After two days of traveling, I pulled up on Sugar's reins, stared at the trail ahead, turned in the saddle and looked at the dusty trail behind. It looked like silver water running off a duck's back, and the land in front of us seemed to sizzle, like a burning flame. Some of the terrain looked vaguely familiar, but then looking a second time, it didn't look like anything I had seen before. As I took another look, the subtle rise and fall of the land all looked the same.

Our job, as described by the judge, was to look into the backgrounds of certain individuals and determine whether they had the potential of becoming law breakers. There was very little, if any, violence involved in this endeavor - That is until the last few jobs. It seemed as if we were becoming more like bounty hunters than investigators.

Wanted! Brides for lonely men in Texas. He had sent money for expenses along with a train ticket. I had never had this much money to spend on myself. If this is what it's like to be a Texas bride, then I like it.

It was a little after noon on a Friday. I was really looking forward to a great weekend with Nora. I guess you could call her my fiancé. We've been going together for almost two years, and she's always hinting that we should tie the knot. I glanced up from my thoughts, and I saw her...walking down the middle of the street.

Them Dakota Territories is an outlaw's paradise, untamed and uncivilized, that's what I heard. It's a bad place fer a person to be going to, if you ask me. They say that this Judge Renfro is what you call a hanging judge. They say he hung a feller one time just to see how long his legs would kick until he died.

As I stood watching the coffin being lowered into the hole, I was reminded of something my pa told me at his father—my grandfather's—funeral. "The clothes and the body will rot away, but the name lives forever. I didn't understand at the time, but today I understand, and I promise my husband's name will live on and mean something even though he's gone. I will work hard and make the hog farm one of the best in this county and beyond."

The story of Jerod Marsh, who became a famous Mountain Man, and his Indian family, Bearclaw and Moonglow. Excitement from cover to cover with a wagon train, an Indian attack, Jarod almost dying from arrows in his back, and his recovery with a nurse named Thatcher. The tedious journey to take Moonglow back to her people on the other side of Echo Mountain.