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Before I begin my sordid tale, let me tell you I have no idea why they nicknamed me 'Saint'. If anything. I am the farthest thing from a blessed or divine individual. My profession is anything but holy. If anything, it's probably on the dark side of things. I guess that's how it always is in the West.I'm a bounty hunter, you see. A man that hunts other men that have crossed the law and have a price on their head. In my travels, I've been to a lot...
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He stood over a naked corpse that was lying on a slab. The poor dead man had no tattoos and judging by his complexion was no Indian. He was probably some unidentified Confederate soldier or something. Chuck pondered this for a moment. The man was once alive, and had probably seen his fair share of violence in life. Now, he was dead and his corpse was being used to educate doctors, practitioners of a field that was still in its infancy. It was quite...
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The rendezvous camp was the high point of the year for any mountain man worth his salt. This was a once in a year event where mountain men gathered along with representatives of various fur companies and even friendly Indian tribes to trade and socialize. At a good rendezvous, a mountain man could make a great fortune from all his hard work of trapping and hunting. If he was lucky, he might even procure an Indian bride. At a bad rendezvous, he could...
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It was my first year as a trapper when I encountered the undiscovered tribe. I was a part of an expedition led by Clark Harrison, a seasoned and experienced trapper in his own right. This was by no means, Harrison's first expedition, and it had been a fruitful one, so far. We had managed to trap our fair share of beavers along the stream we were following, and we were poised to hit our quota for the expedition far ahead of schedule. After having trapped...
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"They say he resides here. Or at least that is what the stories say." The two men stood in front of a large cave. The cave's entrance seemed to beckon to the men to step inside. The entrance and the cave itself reminded Billy Weston of some old medieval paintings he had seen. In the paintings, a giant head of a hound ushered in souls to hell itself. The giant hound's gaping mouth was the entrance to the underworld, just as the cave's dark entrance...
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Tiburcio Vasquez was more than eager to speak with me and readily smiled as I approached his cell. There was a disarming nature about him, something that instantly made you feel relaxed in his presence. It was quite jarring and contradictory considering why he was locked up here. I couldn't imagine an outlaw like him to be this cordial and polite. Such contradictions were noticeable the first time you would see Vasquez. Despite his ready and eager...
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Nathan Adams, a famous bounty hunter, relates his involvement in a mission to rescue Warren Earp, Wyatt Earp's younger brother. Wyatt recruits Adams, Pat Garrett, Doc Holliday, and others to go to Mexico to the strong hold of notorious Comanchero, Sebastiano Caballero, who has taken Warren hostage. This tale describes the adventures encountered by the famous, and not-so-famous members of this odd assemblage of personalities. Old West legends, myths,...
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Ma always wanted me to be a lawyer. She always believed in fighting for justice the right way. She never did admire lawlessness and the outlaws of the times. She said Jesse James and others of his kind were just creations of the press. She said they often benefitted from the local newspapers glorifying their exploits.
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The Liver Eater hid in the bushes even as he eyed his prey. He had hunted many things in his forty something years, but he had never hunted anything as vicious as the men he was stalking now. The Liver Eater was stalking members of the Crow tribe, and they were the most vicious and dangerous of all his prey.The Liver Eater made no sound as he hid behind the bushes, eyeing the men. He had stayed hidden for what was easily hours on end, but he did not...
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Carlos 'Bolo' Damon was a mountain man. Like most of his kind, Carlos was a loner and quite able to live off the land and his own skills. Damon lived off the land and hunted various animals for their furs and like his peers, blazed many trails that later travelers would use and benefit from. Damon hunted and worked where his feet, or his mount would take him. It didn't really matter. For a man like Carlos, what mattered was the fur that he could obtain,...
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The man kicked open the door with a powerful boot. The door went loose from its hinges and flew into the house. The door flew open and this caught Joseph Briggs off-guard. He had been standing behind the door, all this time. When it flew off, he was also knocked to the ground from the force of the kick. He looked up and saw the men standing over him. Briggs pointed his gun at the man in front of him. He was about to pull the trigger, but the man was...
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Texas Ranger Joseph Pendleton is on the trail of the notorious Rumbarr Gang. He's pursued the gang doggedly and has never wavered from his purpose, even if the gang he's pursuing has a notorious reputation for being mercilless killers. The Rumbarr gang's reputation does not faze the old Texas Ranger in the least bit. He will stop at nothing to bring these outlaws to justice.
14) Rich & Lucky
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"Rich and lucky, Lydia! That's what you're destined to be, rich and lucky!"There was a bright gleam in Hiram Haydensfield's eyes. Lydia Baker knew that look in her husband's eyes, all too well."Oh Hiram! Here you go, again! I know what you're going to say."Lydia wanted to interrupt Hiram, and cut him off, but Hiram would not have any of it. She knew that he would not let her, but she had to try. She had heard him rattle off his dreams over and over...
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In the middle of the very active saloon, sat a solitary figure. The young man sat alone drinking. He was sitting all by his lonesome on a table in the middle of the busy establishment. He was met by a few friendly glances by some of the patrons, and he politely smiled back at them. The young man was known around these parts as Billy La Roca. Billy was a friendly and amicable sort, and a lot of people thought well of him around town.
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Dillon was ten and worked at the livery stables. He fed the horses, groomed them, and did his favorite duty-mucking out the stalls. He worked every day from six a.m. until nine a.m. when he went to school. Then, when school let out around three o'clock, he went back to work and worked till seven or whenever he finished bedding down the new arrivals. On the weekends, he worked six a.m. until three p.m. both days. Today was a Tuesday, and he was late...
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"The mountain man lives near here, right?" he said.Wilbur looked at him, and his eyes were wide with terror."Hey! Why did you mention him! They say that he's a demon from hell! An angry spirit that can curse you if you mention his name! Ma always said that he's lurking around the forest ready to...""To eat bad boys or girls yeah, I heard about the stories of course!"Jacob sounded very sarcastic. Jacob was not as easy to believe stories as his younger...
18) John Calvin Teal
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The people of early nineteenth century America were a people in motion. Many moved to improve their financial or social status, for upward mobility was possible and even probably in the West. Others planned to begin life fresh in a new land with few restraints; where a man could become anything he was man enough to become; where children could grow strong and tall, free from the diseases of city slums; where women could safely walk the streets, day...
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Zebadiah Cranston was the leader of a small community of Mormons settled in the mountains. A man of strong faith and conviction, Zeb also carried a dark and shameful secret. One that would rear its ugly head and bring back the blood that had been hidden on his hands for more than twenty years.Mason Trask and his brothers were hired by a local store owner named Phillip Thirdkill to put an end to the Mormons once and for all. The storekeeper's hatred...
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A man walked up to Jed. He looked up, sure that it was an Apache with a tomahawk for his scalp. He was wrong. He looked up and saw his father, James Gore. Gore saw his son knocked to the ground, and he helped him up."Pa, that Samson Stone character... he's ain't a man. He's a monster. He hits like a locomotive."Gore nodded grimly. "I know son. And I've got to take him on. By myself."Jed couldn't believe the words that came out of his father's mouth."What...
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