CHAPTER EIGHT I finished my steak and Kitty brought me another beer and we talked about all kinds of things – the weather, the town, a new horse I was thinking of buying. We’d been talking awhile when one of the two cowboys came over and asked Kitty for a dance.“She’s...
CHAPTER SEVEN The Texas Trail was along Front Street, down by the Longhorn and the Oasis, kitty-corner to the Allafraganza. I’ve always liked saloons. There’s something very comfortable there. You always know what you’re going to get there – booze, cards, and...
CHAPTER SIX It was about an hour later, and cooling off just a little. There was a breeze. Dust motes floated in the air.“Guess the funeral’s over,” said Chester.“There’ll be others,” I said.“Funny, though,” said Chester. “Now I miss that bell. Awful quiet, ain’t it?...
CHAPTER FIVE The door opened and Chester and I both stood up fast. It was a woman who came through the door. Francie – Clay’s widow. “Matt! Matt, I’ve got to talk to you!”I gave Chester a look. He shrugged. It was almost an apology. Then he went back to looking out...
CHAPTER FOUR I had a problem. I had to do some investigating. Figuring why the Dutchman had shot Clay wasn’t that hard – the reward – but figuring why Clay had tried to rob the bank in the first place was still eating away at me. Clay was dead, and most would say that...
CHAPTER THREE I had the kid pretty well settled in on the couch of the office. Chester had locked his little bundle of belongings in my desk drawer, but the kid didn’t seem in a real hurry to get anyplace. He sat watching me as I went through the circulars and did 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
