Short stories
Me and “Dirty Shirt” Jones stops there in the trail and watches “Scenery” Sims gallop up to us, wild-eyed and weary. He almost falls over one of our burros, and stands there blowing and heaving, looking back up the trail like he was scared plumb to death.
Me and “Dirty Shirt” Jones stops there in the trail and watches “Scenery” Sims gallop up to us, wild-eyed and weary. He almost falls over one of our burros, and stands there blo...
2. Part 2“Wait a minute,” says “Half-Mile” Smith from the back of the room. “Natcherally he’d lie about it if he done it, and anyway it’s all done with and forgotten long ago. I don’t se...