Jan 6, 2025 | Doomtown Fiction, Authors, Doomtown, Jason Pere, Out for Blood, Tombstone, Tombstone Conclusion, Too Tough to Die
By Jason Pere September, 1882 Coot Jenkins continued to fight a losing battle with himself. On the one hand, he took some comfort in the stacks of money he had won in the Virginia City poker tournament but the soothing weight of the bag of coins and ghost rock...
Jan 6, 2025 | Doomtown Fiction, Authors, Doomtown, Jason Pere, Out for Blood, Tombstone, Tombstone Conclusion, Too Tough to Die
By Jason Pere September, 1882 The omnipresent rattling concerned Chuan “Jen” Qí. Her velocipede had gone far too long without a proper tune up. At first, Jen managed to ignore the noise, but the vibrations in the handlebars were like a small flurry of...
Jan 6, 2025 | Doomtown Fiction, Authors, Doomtown, Jason Pere, Out for Blood, Tombstone, Tombstone Conclusion, Too Tough to Die
By Jason Pere July, 1882 Chuan “Jen” Qi snuffed out the match that she had used to light the lantern in her cramped little hotel room. The sounds of Tombstone transitioned from work to revelry as the sunset came and went. But for the solitary mechanist, it all faded...
Jun 14, 2024 | Jason Pere, Doomtown, Doomtown Fiction, Out for Blood, Return to Gomorra
By Jason Pere So far Coot Jenkins, Rafi Hamid, and Jack “Black Jack” Jackson had not seen hide nor hair of any other living being since their arrival on Whateley Isle. The entire estate festered like one giant dying thing. From barren trees to the cracked earth and...
Jun 14, 2024 | Jason Pere, Doomtown Fiction, Out for Blood, Return to Gomorra
By Jason Pere The door to the Gomorra sheriff’s office squeaked in protest as it swung inward. The splintered piece of wood hung precariously from its hinges as it had yet to be properly repaired since the latest bout of anarchy that had befallen the town. Warren...
Jun 14, 2024 | Doomtown Fiction, Jason Pere, Out for Blood, Return to Gomorra
By Jason Pere Nighttime on Gomorra’s outskirts was never completely silent. Somewhere a nameless critter howled or squawked at the moon. Occasionally a lonesome traveler whistled to themselves on the road leading towards Sacramento, and every so often gunfire...
