Intolerance and political incorrectness are big topics for conversation in these times. The truth is, intolerance of those who are different in some way has been around for hundreds... no, THOUSANDS of years. Here is a view of it that may surprise you, set in the Old West.
The pounding hooves, the rocking and rattling of the stagecoach and the blowing dust all combined to give Jim Dailey a terrible headache. He reached up and massaged his temples with fingers that possessed clean and trimmed fingernails, a rarity in the West of 1883.
Across from Dailey sat the only other passenger in the stagecoach, a scruffy-looking and sweaty individual who had introduced himself as “Big Tom” Branson. Occasionally he leaned over and spat a brown stream of tobacco juice out the open window of the stage, and Dailey would close his eyes in distaste. But when he opened them, he could still see Branson’s grinning, tobacco-stained mouth.
As Dailey patted his brow with a pale-yellow silk kerchief, there was a slowing in the speed of the stage, and the coarse voice of the driver called down, “Pullin’ into San Melas, boys! Wake up, iffen yer a’sleepin’!”
Thank God
, Dailey thought. Finally, a place to get a drink, a room and a hot bath. He rearranged his clothing, checking all his buttons, tucking in what had become untucked. His traveling companion looked at him with some disgust.
Renowned Arizona lawman Jacob Golden is having terrible nightmares. He dreams he’s locked in a battle to the death with a demon from hell that consumes human flesh.
Golden’s a man who fears little, yet this haunting vision terrifies him to
