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Hulsey's Wranglers: a Western Adventure
Four exciting new Western adventure stories from Robert Andrews, Douglas R. Cobb, Fred Staff and M. Allen. These stories are Western to the bone--action, adventure, drama and high plains antics from some of the greatest Western writers in town today.From Fred Staff, we have a blazing gunfight; Robert Andrews pulls no punches as he fights the good fight and roots out the criminals; M. Allen takes us back to the Old Cowboy Days; and Douglas R. Cobb tells us all about the exciting legend of Sheriff Hulsey. Ride into town today with these high-octane Western adventures! You won't be able to move for the gunsmoke!Other Western novels by these authors are available. Just search for the author on Amazon and enjoy the stories!
Red Rose
(WANTED! BRIDES FOR LONELY MEN IN TEXAS) He had sent money for expenses along with a train ticket. I had never had this much money to spend on myself. If this is what it's like to be a Texas bride, then I like it.
The Widow
As I stood watching the coffin being lowered into the hole, I was reminded of something my pa told me at his father, my grandfather's funeral. "The clothes and the body will rot away, but the name lives forever. I didn't understand at the time, but today I understand and I promise my husband's name will live on and mean something even though he's gone. I will work hard and make the hog farm one of the best in this county and beyond.
The Old Man
Brian Cavanaugh (Alias Kid Cavanaugh) has just reached the half century mark in his life. People have always said if a professional gunfighter lives past fifty, he is either very good or very lucky. At this age, he has decided to hang up his gun and retire so, he started traveling across the country to return to his childhood home of Rickety Springs, Texas, Wire Rim County located in central Texas and live out the rest of his life in a peaceful environment.
Rebecca
I glanced at the other passengers, then back at her. "This your only bag?" She nodded. "You got something in there fit for riding?" She nodded again. "Put it on, you're going with me." She turned and went behind the stagecoach. One of the passengers, a plump elderly woman with a shrill voice and didn't seem to mind using it yelled, "You can't take her!" "She can stay if she wants to," I told her. She returned shortly wearing a man's outfit. It only accentuated her curves. I helped her into the saddle. "Move your foot so's I can get up behind you." I slid my boot into the stirrup and swung up behind her. The top of her head rested under my chin. I inhaled deeply. "It's been too long," I thought.
Trudy
Ma said I came into the world squirming and screaming and I hadn't gotten much better as I had gotten older. She said I'd been a difficult birth. And that hadn't improved either. I was still difficult. ************************************* "Hello, Budge. You do remember me, don't you? I remember you and your good for nothing brother and I remember what you did to me." "So. What'cha gonna do 'bout it?" "This is what I'm gonna do." I pulled the pistol outa my pants and pulled the trigger. Budge grabbed his chest and tumbled back over the rail and into the hog pen.
Shortland
Ex Marshall, Cliff Baron. 35 years old. 6 feet 4 inches, neatly trimmed wavy brown hair, turning gray at the temples. He has whiskey colored eyes and a pencil thin mustache on his upper lip. He's a stout man weighing about 190 pounds. He dresses immaculately with a flower on his lapel at all times. He's always clean shaven, however today, he has a three day growth of beard. He's on his way to Shortland, Texas to pick up the man who cost him his job. His best friend since childhood, Montgomery Mayfield.
The Last Ride
A sheriff of a small town worn out after serving an ungrateful town tracks down a killer and in the process encounters all sorts of obstacles. What will happen when he finds the killer. Join (The Last Ride) for adventure and excitement.
The Pistol Preacher
"You can't shoot me, you're a Preacher." "I haven't always been a Preacher. You and I have unfinished business from before I became a Preacher." The Preacher spoke softly, "I'm not gonna kill you. In fact, I'm gonna forgive you for what you did to my wife and me. However, I do require that you walk over to the sheriff's office and turn yourself in." "I ain't going no place with you." said the man. The Preacher stood, waiting calmly with his hand hovering over his pistol. The man blinked his eyes, trying to remove the sweat trickling down his face. "I'll see you in hell!" yelled the man. His hand twitched and he went for his gun.
Dynamite
"You ready to tell me what we're carrying?" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Well first place, if it was nitroglycerin, then I would take another route. If it was whiskey I'd stop for a drink any time. Why is it you don't want to tell me?" "Alright, if you must know, it's dynamite." "Dynamite! Why in blazes didn't you tell me that when we started?" "If you had known would you have agreed to carry it?"
