John J Law
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It had been several years since the incident at the camp of the Lewis and Clark expedition. Most of the men had completely forgotten about the incident and went on with their lives. John Colter and John Potts did not really forget about the incident, but they had placed it at the back of their minds. Like the other men, Potts and Colter figured that the incident happened so many years ago, and it was time to move on. The men from the expedition had...
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Levi Essen polished his old rifle. It was the same rifle he had used so many years ago when he was still a trapper. The rifle was heavy, cumbersome and downright clunky to use by today's standards. It was loaded up the old fashioned way with a jammer stick, some powder and an iron ball for ammunition. The gun had to be fired one shot at a time and reloaded after each shot. Such a rifle was definitely made obsolete by the Winchesters and the other...
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The life of an outlaw is never an easy one. Men that go down that path are destined to be hunted all the days and nights of their lives. It's a life of constantly being on the run from the law, never having one permanent address, and always looking over your shoulder for the long arm of the law. There's hardly any comfort when you're alive, and it usually ends in only three ways. Either you get caught and spend the remainder of your days in the slammer,...
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The grizzly stared back at young Colter and gave a loud roar. Its roar echoed throughout the vast wilderness and the sound of the animal's fury made Colter's blood run cold. The young mountaineer had interrupted it from its grisly task of killing Fulton, but he wasn't sure if he had made it in time. Fulton was clearly in a bad way with blood pouring from his scalp, all over his face. And the young and inexperienced mountaineer had only his tomahawk...
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I came upon the small shack in the middle of the woods that one, fine day. The sky was blue with nary a cloud in sight, and I could hear the birds singing their delight and praise of such a wonderful day. I couldn't help but smile as I noticed how agreeable the weather was. As a traveling writer I had seen my share of foul weather, after all. I had braved my share of rain and snow storms, howling tornadoes and everything in between.I got off my horse...
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"I'll hunt down any man! For the right price!"Those were the grim words of the bounty hunter, Lincoln Dollar. His real name was lost to the mists of time, but his moniker was never forgotten. Everyone knew that it described him perfectly.Lincoln Dollar was a man that was all about money. He was a man that would hunt anyone for the right price, and he was not ashamed of it.
7) Ambushed
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Consumed by greed, the leading citizens of Stockton, map out a daring plan to steal to the proceeds from the sale of a ranch and a cattle herd by a prominent local rancher, Jake Warren, who is moving his family to Wyoming.When the hired gun fails to do the job as planned, the conspirators frame the man's son, the only survivor of the planned murders, as the good son, gone bad, over his love for a local girl.Falsely accused of murdering his family,...
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The undertaker was a tall and strangely enough, handsome fellow. He was surprisingly young. I expected someone who dabbled in such work to be much older and more seasoned in appearance.Still, he spoke with the same nonchalance towards death that most men of his trade speak with.Men like this undertaker were almost like death's messengers on this Earth. They worked to usher in new souls for the afterlife, but they did not revel in what they did. They...
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Big Beaver Graham sat on the ground all tied up. The ropes were wrapped tightly around his person. There was no way he was wriggling out of this anytime soon. A figure approached him. The man was not as tall or as large as Big Beaver Graham was, but he wasn't on the ground, all tied up. Big Beaver Graham was so named, because he was a large mountain man. He was exceptionally tall and with a large frame, but sitting where he was, he seemed small and...
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The man kicked open the door with a powerful boot. The door went loose from its hinges and flew into the house. The door flew open and this caught Joseph Briggs off-guard. He had been standing behind the door, all this time. When it flew off, he was also knocked to the ground from the force of the kick. He looked up and saw the men standing over him. Briggs pointed his gun at the man in front of him. He was about to pull the trigger, but the man was...
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Texas Ranger Joseph Pendleton is on the trail of the notorious Rumbarr Gang. He's pursued the gang doggedly and has never wavered from his purpose, even if the gang he's pursuing has a notorious reputation for being mercilless killers. The Rumbarr gang's reputation does not faze the old Texas Ranger in the least bit. He will stop at nothing to bring these outlaws to justice.
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As a bounty hunter, Judson Law was constantly finding himself in stressful situations. After a long ride, he came into a small town in search of a hot bath, a meal, and a good rest. What he got was far more than he bargained for. Judson Law would find himself in a fight for his freedom and his life, from a very unusual source.
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A daring bank robbery leaves one robber wounded and the bank manager dead. Sticking to their original plan the two robbers leave town separately to allay suspicions, planning to rendezvous in the nearby forest and split the loot. But even the best of plans can go arie.A young farmer out hunting mistakes the wounded robber for a wild animal and accidentally kills him. While searching through the dead man's belongings he comes across the money from...
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In the middle of the very active saloon, sat a solitary figure. The young man sat alone drinking. He was sitting all by his lonesome on a table in the middle of the busy establishment. He was met by a few friendly glances by some of the patrons, and he politely smiled back at them. The young man was known around these parts as Billy La Roca. Billy was a friendly and amicable sort, and a lot of people thought well of him around town.
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Dillon was ten and worked at the livery stables. He fed the horses, groomed them, and did his favorite duty-mucking out the stalls. He worked every day from six a.m. until nine a.m. when he went to school. Then, when school let out around three o'clock, he went back to work and worked till seven or whenever he finished bedding down the new arrivals. On the weekends, he worked six a.m. until three p.m. both days. Today was a Tuesday, and he was late...
16) Rich & Lucky
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"Rich and lucky, Lydia! That's what you're destined to be, rich and lucky!"There was a bright gleam in Hiram Haydensfield's eyes. Lydia Baker knew that look in her husband's eyes, all too well."Oh Hiram! Here you go, again! I know what you're going to say."Lydia wanted to interrupt Hiram, and cut him off, but Hiram would not have any of it. She knew that he would not let her, but she had to try. She had heard him rattle off his dreams over and over...
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"The mountain man lives near here, right?" he said.Wilbur looked at him, and his eyes were wide with terror."Hey! Why did you mention him! They say that he's a demon from hell! An angry spirit that can curse you if you mention his name! Ma always said that he's lurking around the forest ready to...""To eat bad boys or girls yeah, I heard about the stories of course!"Jacob sounded very sarcastic. Jacob was not as easy to believe stories as his younger...
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Once the coffin splintered into several pieces, Lincoln fell into the water. His wrists were still handcuffed, and there was no way that he could swim to safety. He was still reeling from the impact of the fall, and he couldn't kick up to the surface. Lincoln was too tired to fight, and simply accepted his fate.But it was to be a fate that even he did not expect.From out of nowhere, he felt hands grab onto him, and pull him away from the river's beckoning...
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My tale is a tale of death and ultimately love, as most tales of the West really are. It is a tale that takes several twists and turns through the fabric of fate, ending ultimately where it must. However, it begins with a tale of theft.My name is Hurit. I was given this name because of my ability to steal horses. I do not know how I acquired this trait. I can surmise that the creation spirits were kind enough to give me skill, cunning and understanding...
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I've rode all over the plains and frontiers of this great land of ours doing what other men might consider gruesome work. I'm sure Ma and Pa would agree, but I also believe that it's necessary work. Sometimes, a man's got to get his hands dirty, and by dirty, I don't just mean going into the pen and getting in the mud with the hogs. I mean really down and dirty.The name's Clay Barton, and I'm a Bounty Hunter.