Dark Moments
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Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
Monster Under the Bed by Jeff Currier
“Where’s the little sneak?” her mother’s boyfriend snarled. Chloe slid further under her bed. “Chrissakes Zeke, she’s seven—wouldn’t steal your smelly socks,” her mother slurred. Chloe tossed crusty socks into...
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alt="Black Whip by Robin Braid"
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Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
Black Whip by Robin Braid
“Looky here, sugar.” “What you got?” “This belonged to that infamous devil, Brandy Watts. My brother grabbed it when the posse gunned her down in Dregger Canyon.” He laid a...
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alt="Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher"
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Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
Ten Paces by Terence Gallagher
“Ten paces, then turn and shoot. Ten.” How did I get here? “Nine.” An argument with a fool in the saloon. “Eight.” All I wanted was to attract no notice,...
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alt="Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon"
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Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....
Dead Man's Hand by Grace Quon
Days later, I was the last one alive. The crimson from Jack’s slashed neck had dried on the tabletop. Cody hung from the rafters, body drifting in a non-existent breeze....
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alt="The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed"
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The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed
Folks swore Jonas Kane was the fastest alive. Truth was, his Shadow fired first—quicker than a rattler’s strike, killing before flesh touched iron. Kane tried to walk away. The challengers...
The Devil Draws First by Glen Creed
Folks swore Jonas Kane was the fastest alive. Truth was, his Shadow fired first—quicker than a rattler’s strike, killing before flesh touched iron. Kane tried to walk away. The challengers...
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alt="Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews"
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Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews
“The rabbits is so thick out west,” Eugene said across the campfire, “you’ll be runnin’ ‘em over with the wagon. Remember when they told us that?” In response came a...
Campfire Cuisine by Randall Andrews
“The rabbits is so thick out west,” Eugene said across the campfire, “you’ll be runnin’ ‘em over with the wagon. Remember when they told us that?” In response came a...
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alt="Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal"
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Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal
Cal urged his horse through the desert sandstorm, seeking shelter. His mount was frightened, so he gave Buck over to animal instinct. The paint turned south until the horse came...
Frying Pan, Fire by Dawn DeBraal
Cal urged his horse through the desert sandstorm, seeking shelter. His mount was frightened, so he gave Buck over to animal instinct. The paint turned south until the horse came...
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alt="Hunger by Avery Hunter"
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Hunger by Avery Hunter
Every night at Dustjaw Saloon, the piano played itself. Folks said it was the ghost of Clyde “Ten-Fingers” Malone, shot dead mid-song in ’81. Sheriff Rowe laughed, until he saw...
Hunger by Avery Hunter
Every night at Dustjaw Saloon, the piano played itself. Folks said it was the ghost of Clyde “Ten-Fingers” Malone, shot dead mid-song in ’81. Sheriff Rowe laughed, until he saw...
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alt="Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox"
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Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox
This was Buck’s chance. Annie was the prettiest girl in the Last Chance Saloon, always swarmed with cowboys buying her drinks, trying to earn a trip upstairs. But tonight she...
Luck Be A Lady by Kristin Lennox
This was Buck’s chance. Annie was the prettiest girl in the Last Chance Saloon, always swarmed with cowboys buying her drinks, trying to earn a trip upstairs. But tonight she...
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alt="The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner"
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The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner
The rope had thirteen knots and thirteen ghosts when it slithered off the gallows that moonless night. Marshal Thompson found it coiled around banker Kessler's neck at dawn—same Kessler who'd...
The Thirteenth Knot by A.C. Turner
The rope had thirteen knots and thirteen ghosts when it slithered off the gallows that moonless night. Marshal Thompson found it coiled around banker Kessler's neck at dawn—same Kessler who'd...
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alt="The Last Outlaw by Collette Night"
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The Last Outlaw by Collette Night
Ivory bones, hung like charms, rattled against the old tree. The tree was twisted, turned in on itself. Hollowed. Inside, a bloodied heart beat. Slow. Weak. Outlaws were outdone. Gunslingers,...
The Last Outlaw by Collette Night
Ivory bones, hung like charms, rattled against the old tree. The tree was twisted, turned in on itself. Hollowed. Inside, a bloodied heart beat. Slow. Weak. Outlaws were outdone. Gunslingers,...
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alt="Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas"
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Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas
Earl lurches into the saloon, parched and dusty as hell. “Welcome to Purgatory!” The barman’s face is haggard and worn. “The town you never wanted to visit and will never...”...
Welcome to Purgatory by Kai Delmas
Earl lurches into the saloon, parched and dusty as hell. “Welcome to Purgatory!” The barman’s face is haggard and worn. “The town you never wanted to visit and will never...”...