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Water, In The Dry Land (Part 9, Conclusion)

Cato and Raul had spent the rest of the sticky day after the shootout cleaning up, burying the bodies, tending to the girls. Cato was grief stricken, having accepted Old Man Connor’s death, only to have him turn up, save … Continue reading

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Water, In The Dry Land (Part 8)

Cato’s pulse flickered like a firefly.  He hadn’t openly worn the gun he’d traveled with; in his experience wearing it encouraged confrontation more often than it hindered violence.  An outlaw would kill for his gun, a Ruger eight-shot Blackhawk.  His … Continue reading

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Water, In The Dry Land (Part 7)

Casey handed Vera his plaid handkerchief cut from a threadbare shirt.  She wiped her eyes. Leonora kept talking. “Texas didn’t so much secede from the United States as it was jettisoned.  Too much trouble and too many people.  The oil … Continue reading

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Water, In The Dry Land (Part 6)

“Take your pick,” Jezebel said.  “We’ve got a Gothic Lolita.  We’ve got a Cowgirl.  We’ve got a Little Miss Princess.  And if you change your mind about the girls we got a Peter Pan to, the boy who never grows … Continue reading

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Water, In The Dry Land (Part 5)

Camp Buenas Noches was a far cry from what Vera had been led to imagine.  Despite the feeling that it was part defense fort, part hobo railer camp, she was excited about being there.  She’d heard many a rant from … Continue reading

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