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64The Letters of Henry and Sadie #13
Yancey's jam-packed barn waited for me to start telling my tale. I was standing spread-legged in the old Democrat wagon, looking out over the hundreds--more than two hundred, anyway--of expectant faces, including the few women and kids in the...
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60The Letters of Henry and Sadie # 12
"Hello the cabin!" "C'mon in!" I finished punching the new hole in Rowdy's breast collar as the latch lifted and Jefferson Cole Panghorn stepped through the doorway. My black gelding had been doing so much log skidding work this winter that his...
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62The Letters of Henry and Sadie #11
My darling Sadie, Guess what, sweetheart? I've been fired. Canned. Terminated from gainful employment. Your beloved, the deadly Henry Tamson, gunfighter, bear fighter, bounty hunter, and lawman extraordinnaire, is heading back out on the trail....
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60The Letters of Henry and Sadie #6
"Guess they lost their hankering fer our company," I observed, watching the seven miners disappear around the next bend in the road. Stinky Stanley Crenshaw had picked our campsite this first night out of Buena Vista on the way to Leadville,...
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65The Letters of Henry and Sadie #5
Deputy Marshall Tom Underwood looked plumb amused as he crossed over to my table. "Telegram for you, Henry. The Marshal said you'd likely be having breakfast about now." Was that a dig at my late rising these days? It was nearly 8:00 a.m....no....
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61The Letters of Henry and Sadie #3
"Lock up when you're done, Henry." Marshal Soames picked up his hat and headed fer the door. It was 2:31 a.m. The bars were closed. With no drunks in the jail to feed breakfast, he'd likely sleep in, grab breakfast at the GrubSteak around 9:00, and...
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62The Letters of Henry & Sadie : #1
Hard to believe it was Sunday evening already. I stared west, toward the setting sun. I was no longer a virgin. Today, I'd killed my first man. ===================================================== Dear Sadie, Your Henry here, cranking out...
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58Western Short Story : Tam the Tall Tale Teller #113
Fer the first time in my life, I truly had to battle depression. You'd have thought one of the others would've been hit hardest by Daniel Morgan's death. His son Slim, granddaughter Hattie, or Tam, who at age thirteen had studied pistol handling...
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63Western Short Story : Tam the Tall Tale Teller #112
Cougar spoke quietly out of the side of his mouth so's only I could hear. "Interesting reception commmittee." True that. We'd come at Deadwood, South Dakota, from the southwest, riding up the main street jist at sunset. There were plenty of...
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59Western Short Story : Tam the Tall Tale Teller #111
"HYAH! HYAH!" My whip cracked, snapping in the air over the backs of the team. All four matched bays thundered down the road fer all they were worth, jouncing the bodies in the freight wagon something fierce. I couldn't stop fer that, didn't dare...
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