Tincture, A Weird West Trilogy

We are always starving. It sort of goes with the territory—this being hungry in every odd tick of the day. An empty bell... Read more

Grave robbing requires a corpse, so at most, this was all just simple thievery.  At least, that’s what Rhamuel liked to ... Read more

The rumbling engine of the big motor was loud enough to drown out her thoughts, and for once, Abranyah was glad for it. ... Read more

An old man and a young man sat across from each other in a bar, locking stares with joy and fear, and while the young ma... Read more

How he’d awoken in the middle of tall grass probably should’ve been his first question—but instead—Rhamuel simply wanted... Read more

The tanker was always a curiosity for Rachel. “What are you looking for?” she asked. “You said you had an idea?” Arachal... Read more

Old Mother placed her hands in her lap, gestured to the wooden table at her side, and ordered the boy to practice a deci... Read more

Rhamuel inhaled deeply through his nose, and pondered the world.  They’d made camp under a billboard, and after having b... Read more

Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant after The Whatever To the forfeit wanderers and oth... Read more

Paper football or a rubber-band shootout did well to occupy those lulls in the night, but nothing passed the time quite ... Read more

They arrived at dark, and it was the men on rooftop with loaded rifles that cemented Rhamuel’s distaste for strangers. ... Read more

Old splinters whistle.  Everything across The Scar has aged long past the reek of decay, more so worn, faded, and abused... Read more

Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant After The Whatever Much has been mired in speculati... Read more

An otherwise normal day in an otherwise normal life, time as it was. Tom had been fostering a general sense of unease fo... Read more

Rhamuel kept folks on a spectrum of his own design, the range beginning somewhere around “tolerate,” and ending near “ab... Read more

The ways a body tends to crave its own undoing is a humanistic riddle that I no longer wish to endure. A short way to sp... Read more

Tom smiled and nodded with the applause, but when the meeting resumed he went right back to staring directly into the ce... Read more

Torches had never done Allgood much favor, but that they lit up a question or two in the good populace was useful. Two o... Read more

Even in that too-bright light of the morning, Abranyah always struggled to wake with it. She preferred to sleep as long ... Read more

This was the kind of fruitless nonsense that permeated The Scar—a seeming irregularity of principle and purpose to thing... Read more