John J Law
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"I don't have time to explain myself. The window of your escape is very small and narrow. If we stay here, more guards could arrive. I'll make this quick. You can trust me and get out of here. Or you can stay. It's your choice. Either way, I came here to free you, and any of you are free to do as you please. Now if you value your freedom, follow me!"
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It had been a long ride and when Judson Law saw the small frontier town on the horizon, his spirits lifted. He was exhausted from riding for so long, and a small room with a bed would be very welcome for him. It had only been less than a week since Judson made good on a bounty and earned a decent sum. The money he had earned would be enough for a bed, and a drink. If he were lucky at cards, perhaps the amount could be stretched a good bit."Ain't that...
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"They killed Dean. He was just a boy," the engineer said."Ain't nothin' we can do about that now," Herb said."I'm probably going to be the one who'll have to tell John's parents about this. The poor kid was just trying to do his job."Herb Carlson shook his head. "I'm sorry mister, but believe it or not, we didn't want it to end that way. We just wanted the railroad company's money for a good cause and that's just what we're going to get now."The old...
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John Thorn was up with the sun, and long before his wife and two sons awakened was riding for town. He had much to do and little time to do it in.John had been ranching in these parts for the past ten years only to find the open range around him was vanishing faster than rain on the trail in the August heat. Today was the day he was selling off the herd. Another-luckier-local rancher had gone into business with the town banker, and their offer wasn't...
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The mountains know. You would be surprised how much they know. At first glance, they seem like nothing but giant rocks jutting out of the ground, but I have learned through painful experience that they are so much more. The mountains know so much, and if they could only speak, oh the stories that they could tell. And if one is observant enough and knows where to look or to listen, one would be able to see and hear the mountains reveal their secrets....
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I had just finished a few jobs and was resting up a bit the only way I know how. With a shot of whiskey and a song. Maybe a card game, here and there would follow, or maybe something else. Turned out it was the latter that happened to me.I had just finished my shot of whiskey, and my thoughts were about my recent jobs. I had been embroiled in the old Hatfields vs. McCoys family feud. My services were tapped by the McCoys and I was one of the members...
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Hank Hazelwood, aka the White Hood, was seemingly fearless, as was his gang. Not only did he laugh in the face of danger, but he was one lucky outlaw. Pinned down in an alley by fifteen Pinkerton detectives never slowed the White Hood down. He simply threw a lighted stick of dynamite at them, after he shot and killed one of the agents.During their getaway, their intention being heading back into New Mexico, the gang spotted a lone rider trailing behind...
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"Shoot him! Shoot him down, already! I can't believe you can't take down one man!""We're trying, Jefe! We're trying, but the man is not a man! He fights like a demon from hell!""He's not a demon, but the devil himself!" Vargas could not contain his rage, and slapped one of his thugs in pure rage and frustration. His men were fighting, terrified, and were not thinking straight anymore. Perhaps he could not blame them. After all, this mystery man had...
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Thomas Crane was never really one for company. The man always worked best alone. Thomas was a rough sort who preferred the company of his horse and dog more than people. This innate nature of Thomas to stay away from the company of people usually caused him a lot of trouble. Oftentimes, Thomas even believed that he was more than a little cursed. After all, wasn't it written in the Good Book that "No man is an island?" Or that "the greatest love that...
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Faraday pointed his revolver at the men. He fired a single shot. The shot struck the coach driver in the chest. It was a clean shot, that went right through the driver's chest. The co-driver winced in pain beside him. His shoulder was bleeding just as much as the driver's chest. Faraday's men were shocked by what they had seen. The bullet had gone through the first man's chest and exited right through, striking the man beside him. It was an amazing...
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The Last Train to ChristmasMere days before Christmas, Rocky is devastated that his wife has left him and decides to drown his sorrows at the local saloon. He had no idea when he stepped through the doors that he would be witness to two shootings within minutes of each other, or the intended third victim.Rocky is sure he is about to meet his maker when a stranger stepped in and ended the one-sided gunfight. Eager to repay the stranger for saving his...
12) The Last Stand
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Albert Bruce Benjamin walked outside in the clear rays of a red sun. He looked up and the sun was unusually colored red. It was the same dark crimson color of blood. The sky above was a dark shade that he could not identify. He was not sure what the color was, but it seemed akin to black. Despite the dark hues of the day, Albert could see clearly and take one step forward towards wherever he was going. If anything, his eyes had no trouble seeing everything...
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Tom Kidman wasn't afraid of dying, just of dying alone. He'd seen far too many men during the war pass to the great beyond with no family member or friend beside him. That and that alone was the only thing Tom was scared of. However, he thought that was the fitting way for an evil man to die.Judson Law was a bounty hunter; fearless and mean as a snake. He had only one passion-his loyal four-legged furry companion, a mutt named Hudson. When Hudson...
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I was in the cabin of the legendary mountain man Jeb Carlyle. He had just fed me a sumptuous dish of rattlesnake head, of all things. After some initial trepidation, I managed to finish the surprisingly good meal. The meal was only one of the many things that could catch your eye in his little home. As we continued our conversation, I would later realize that just about everything in that little cabin had a story waiting to be told. After an initially...
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Bronson Pike was a hard man, but he also knew his true worth. There would be no argument with his words. He had indeed done the job that the three men had asked him to do. He did the job, with a grim flourish as the corpses that he personally delivered would attest. Or at least they would attest as much, if they were still alive."This Bronson Pike is quite the reliable bounty hunter," one of the men said.
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The bounty hunter is comin' to town tomorrow!Everyone had heard of the bounty hunter. Who had not? The man had reached near mythic and infamous status. He had developed a nasty reputation of always getting his man, no matter how tough or dangerous. And he always demanded to be paid fair and right. To many, hiring the bounty hunter was like making a pact with the devil himself. And for them, the devil was coming to town tomorrow.
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The life of a bounty hunter can be a lonely one. For the longest time he thought he had accepted this. After all, he had been in this line of work for quite some time now. The bounty hunter had come to understand and accept the nature of his job as a hired gun. He knew that the job demanded that he place his life on the line for the promise of a potential bounty. He knew that this kind of a job often gave people like him a fearsome kind of reputation....
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Pahu-Naka was a young and impetuous warrior. He had fought many battles against the white men alongside his father, Techunghinukue, and often shunned the rantings of the village's old shaman, Tataghana. After a raid on a wagon train, Pahu-Naka, at odds with his father, was infuriated to learn that the old warrior who led their small band was considering surrendering to being forced to live on the reservations. Taking a small group of warriors with...
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The tale began in the foothills of Montana in 1836. A small and compact group of mountain men made their way wearily to the south, trudging along as best as they could. The mountain men were headed for the Salmon River and kept their eyes and ears open. The men were weary but still remained alert. After all, the wild outdoors was just that. Wild and dangerous. The men were mountain men, and that was also an apt description for the kind of lives they...
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The bank of Harrietsville stood in front of the masked outlaw like some large trophy that was simply waiting to be taken. The snow fell all over the ground, and covered the bank's roof. It seemed to add an almost mystical appearance to the building and it seemed to appeal to the outlaw even more.