It was a warm summer breeze that greeted the two men as they stumbled out of the Railway Arms -- well, more like one stumbled, the other was dragged, and the only reason the one was stumbling was because his companion was so damn heavy ( Read more... )

The whisky had lost all taste long ago, but it didn't stop Gene from downing glass after glass as though the liquid were water, cold and burning all at once as it washed down his throat, purging his insides of all feeling except the aching fire in his stomach that had nothing whatsoever to do with spirits ( Read more... )

( How the West was Won )

( I shot the Sheriff, but I did not shoot the Deputy )