Riders were coming again,we got everything ready this time our children locked away inside food safety put away even our horses were locked into our barn, but still they came,ten of them in a group the group was lead by a man name Rollins they been harassing us for the past five months suddenly seemingly out of nowhere on black horses that was their trade mark. Rollins was then too the meanest of them nasty habit of chewing tobacco too. His men tried to do everything that he did they looked up to him,we hated them.But they had guns our weapon was one eye mule that had a dangerous kick to him when he got mad.Our town was growing we were a thousand and still we were populating ,I was a blacksmith by trait but secretly a person that help those that needed it mainly in my town,but even I was no match for these Riders the only weapons I had were those of my job, once I tried taking on the Riders but still to many of them .I wish I knew what to do I feel useless letting down a town that gave me this home letting down my son who looked up too me.Not this time,I had to do something I would fight back too . I had too. To be continued .
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
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
