Jun 14, 2024 | Owen Lean, Aces Low, Doomtown Fiction
By Owen Lean “Yep. Had no problem punching folks… but them things he made me fight… well, I tell you Mister Essex, they weren’t natural.” Lewis “Grizzly” Evans stared off into the middle distance as he reiterated the reasons he was ‘retiring’ as a prize fighter. ...
Jun 14, 2024 | Owen Lean, Aces Low, Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction
By Owen Lean May, 1882 “Oh, for God’s sake, hurry up and die.” Christine Perfect snarled. “Or stop your incessant baying. Either works.” Understandably skittish ever since we’d witnessed her transformation, she anxiously sniffed at Cheyenne’s thin, dry air. “I’m...
Jun 14, 2024 | Authors, Aces Low, Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction, Owen Lean
By Owen Lean May 1882 There are specific phrases in the modern parlance that are overused to the point of becoming as meaningless as they are odious. “It’s been one of those days” is most definitely one of them. However, should one find oneself...
Jun 14, 2024 | Authors, Aces Low, Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction, Owen Lean
By Owen Lean May, 1882Lane Healey and I planned to rendezvous two weeks later in Santa Fe. Now, as I approached the San Miguel church, I could see the simpleton standing in its shadow looking impatient. Good. If he was irritated, he’d be easier to manipulate. On the...
Jun 14, 2024 | Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction, Owen Lean, Too Tough to Die
by Owen Lean Act 1 “Matilda, do you remember what happened?” John said when I came back. Of course I remembered. Nobody could forget a day like that and the nightmares that followed. It was the day after all that madness of the corral and the phrase “Murdered in...
