*The Other Boot Drops (Part 1)

May 5, 2017

Brig chewed his cigar as his heart thundered in his chest. He wrung the steering wheel with white knuckles and scoured the overgrown road for traps. They couldn’t afford to lose another tow. And damn […]

*Gods, Monsters, and Everyone Else

April 14, 2017

If you’ve seen one interrogation room, you’ve seen them all. Four concrete walls and a floor that’s never been scrubbed of piss and blood. If you’re the guy chained to the scarred, steel table at […]

*When God Isn’t Watching (Part 1)

March 10, 2017

The motorcycle’s engine roared as Gibraltar cranked the throttle, urging the metal beast faster and farther along the shattered road. Marco and Henoch followed close behind on hogs of their own. The cloud of dust trailing the junker […]

*One More Step

January 20, 2017

Rex trudged at the back of the line. This was some bullshit. Thirty pairs of standard issue combat boots sucked through the thick mud ahead of him. They spattered his face with clumps of dirt. […]

*Aces and Eights

January 6, 2017

Brig chewed on a soggy cigar and squinted across the table at the pair of mercs scowling behind their cards. One, a shifty-eyed vaquero named Flat-nose Florentez. The other, a gawky poncho-wearing son of a […]

*Not Just Any Fool

December 30, 2016

“Listen here, you puffed up canaries,” Gator snapped, raising her fist. “You either pay the whole fare up front or you can hire some other merc to tow this hunk of junk back to Three […]

*DING!

December 9, 2016

Nagaharu Nightsbane, Battlemage of the fifth Order, salivated at the thought of a bacon double with cheese. He could almost taste those two all beef patties, four sizzling strips of thick-cut bacon, and melted cheddar. […]

*Luckless

November 25, 2016

They didn’t call him “Luckless” Armstrong Gamble for nothing. Luckless wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and squinted at the angry desert sun. His partner, Mav, kept a close watch on the mutant […]

*Recalculating

November 18, 2016

Brig hung a heavy arm from the passenger window as they bounced along a trail in the high country. Nothing more than two lines of dirt cutting through tall grass and devilweed. The junker’s heavy, […]

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