The Raven’s War Cry
by David Orange Sylvester Heath adjusted his duster as he prepared to step out into the cool night air of Deadwood, South Dakota. Before doing so, however, he turned and looked back at the two Entrepreneurs poring over the...
Hot On The Trail
By Russell Smith June 1882 The food smelled so good, it felt as if Marshal Bass Reeves hadn’t eaten in days. Fact was, Bass had been far more interested in the serving of the Aunt Lou Marchbanks’ famous version of chuckwagon stew...
Of Legends and Ghosts
By Owen Lean June 1882 The closing act of Gui Fei Zui Jiu was reaching its crescendo. As the song reached its peak, The curtain at the back of the royal box in the Shan Fan theatre opened and a small man with a stack of steaming...
The Seekers
By David Hogg Smoke from the Seeking ritual still swirled around the small back room of the Office for Indian Affairs building as Messrs. Bullock and Swearengen gave their thanks and left. The man named Hickok had indeed risen...
The Friends of Farnum Committee
By Jeff Bailey E.B. Farnum rose from his chair in the back room of the Gem Theatre. "Fellow business proprietors. It's time we discussed Deadwood's decline." The owner of the Gem Theater, Al Swearengen, sat comfortably. Sylvester...
The Peaceful Life of Jessica Patchett
by David Orange The Peaceful Life of Jessica Patchett by David Orange The afternoon sun scorched the rounded outcrops of the Black Hills. The tedium of fence repair had settled into a peaceful rhythm. Ranch labor was a small...
Cage Match
By Jeff Bailey May 29, 1882 Abram Grothe stared at the outskirts of Tombstone, Arizona. “It has been a long journey, a long chase. My quarry will be brought to justice for the many murders he has committed, and the crimes of his...
Return To Gomorra, Part 3
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...
Return To Gomorra, Part 2
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...
Return to Gomorra, Part 1
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...