The ambush had hit fast and brutally. One moment, the air was thick with the rhythmic clatter of the stagecoach wheels and the jingle of harness; the...
The Arizona dust tasted like copper and old regrets. Quinn spat a mouthful of tobacco out the window of the rumbling stagecoach. Beside him, perched...
They were cutting through a narrow pass flanked by gnarled mesquite trees when the air snapped with a sudden, violent noise. A high-pitched, chilling...
hi
Posted on Sat, 15 Nov 2025
think i've got it this time. not sure what happened take care stuart
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