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America whistled a tune as he counted the bullet holes splintering the walls of the sheriff’s office. The holes were old wounds that had surfaced long before America was brought, and this office wasn’t the only scarred, battered, and splintering building. Bow Creek was a rowdy little town, and America liked rowdy little towns.
America ceased and leaned into the bars to get a better look at the rude fellow in the next cell over. The moonlight pouring in through the window cast light on the kid’s dark hair, darker eyes, and nasty scowl that one might typically reserve for snakes and roaches but certainly not other human beings.
Continue reading “The Shitty Six!: A Reckoning”
“Last words?” China asked.
America steeled his gaze and looked death in the face. “Yee-haw.”
Tumbleweeds blew across the orange dirt. The smoldering sun hung halfway above the horizon. Crows gathered atop the saloon to watch the spectacle with gleeful anticipation. America could still smell the gunpowder in the air, guessed the barrel of his rifle was still hot from the fight.
But he couldn’t know for sure because the gun was still on the ground of that battered saloon and there was a noose around his neck.
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Am I actually writing a western? Yup.
One cowboy. One fighter. One victim. One survivor.
This is the story of a callous hero with a calling from God, of the man standing in his way, of a declining empire struggling to confront addiction, humiliation, and weakness, of a woman coming to grips with a violent and uncertain future.
This is the Mexican-American War, told through a shoot-em-up western rich with moral ambiguity and anti-imperialism vitriol, and absolutely free of poorly-written Southern accents.
And so, the long and arduous journey beings. I’m excited to share this new adventure with you guys; many of you have written or are writing a book, so I know I’m in good company. Pray for me, ya’ll! But also definitely share your novel-writing tips and struggles.
Want a little teaser of the novel? Check it out below.
Continue reading “Upcoming Book: Manifest Destiny! Smokin’ Guns! And One F*cked Up War!”
Mexico made one fatal mistake. He let the white people in.
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With a loud crack, wood splintered from the bar counter and went flying into the air that was thick with the smell of cigars and gunpowder–but, unfortunately, not into the dirt-stained face of that weasely American bastard.
Continue reading “Western Showdown: The Battle for Texas”