CHAPTER NINETEEN Fortunately for Dodge, the rain had not only doused the prairie fire, it’d also kept the Drag-R cowboys out of trouble. They’d kept to their cards and their beer and stayed out of the rain like sane men. But with the skies clearing and the day heating...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN We rode back to Dodge through the downpour. I had my hat pulled low and my shoulders hunched. I was wearing my coat again, the one that now had a hole in the left pocket the size of a finger. “It’s sure not lettin’ up, Mr. Dillon,” said...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Getting a fire started on dry grass isn’t all that hard, but it would have been easier if I’d had one of my father’s old flintlock muskets – we could have gotten a spark off of that, the way they did in the old days. But since there was...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN It was pretty dark before we got close to Howard’s land. “It must be close to nine,” I said. “Hope they don’t jump the gun on us, Chester.” Chester thought about it for a second. “I figure that Jackson’ll stick by his word, Mr. Dillon.” “If...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN It was getting late. The summer sun was sinking, and we weren’t any closer to finding an answer. “I don’t know, Chester,” I said, flipping another page. “It’d take a man a year just to learn what these words mean.” Chester was frowning as he leaned...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN I cornered Mr. Pepper when he came out of the town hall and sent him off with Chester. Then I stopped by the Dodge House where Shiloh was staying and saw the hare that he and the kid had caught and skinned. I asked Shiloh if the kid could stay at the...
Author David Blixt’s work is consistently described as “intricate,” “taut,” and “breathtaking.” A writer of Historical Fiction, his novels span the Roman Empire to early Renaissance Italy up through the Elizabethan era…READ MORE
