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 | Out for Blood, Authors, Doomtown
By Jeff Bailey Wendy Cheng, formerly known as Xiong, slumped against a hitching rail and surveyed her shadow cast by the midday sun. She traced the outline of her shotgun stock that jutted out over her shoulder. She’d seen that shadow for years. She tried to remember...
Jun 14, 2024 | Authors, Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction, Out for Blood
by Jeff Bailey In most of the world, sunset was the sun’s warm embrace across the world before it receded. In Gomorra, it was the night’s slicing talons through the sky until its grip tightened to darkness. The fingers clawed over ruined rooftops, but hadn’t yet...
Jun 14, 2024 | Doomtown, Authors, Doomtown Fiction, Jason Pere, Too Tough to Die
By Jason Pere The Bayou Vermilion train continued its creaky journey through Arizona’s southern desert. Its giltwork trim and gaudy colors contrasted with the harsh land it traversed. Xiong “Wendy” Cheng counted cacti as the train began its slow climb up yet...
