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“Your road ahead is shadowed and perilous,” muttered the gypsy.  He held Sam’s right hand clutched in his own, which were armored in fingerless black kidskin gloves, and peered closely at the creases in Sam’s flesh.  Close enough, Sam thought, … Continue reading →

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            “There’s no one aboard the other two, either,” Poe said.  “How on earth is Pratt controlling them?”             They looked together at the control panel, and Poe immediately knew the answer to his own question.  … Continue reading →

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            Jed saw two men, one mounted on a clocksprung horse and the other trying to mount up—             he thumbed the vibro-blade’s switch to on and hurled himself through the air.             Hummmmmmmm, sang Sam … Continue reading →

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            Poe blew his whistle and it made no sound at all.             Tam cringed back away from the man as he huffed and puffed into the little sliver of metal, ready to pop his knife … Continue reading →

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“Behold the hypocephalus!” Poe cried, and Jed Coltrane, leaning against the wall near the rear door of the stateroom, resisted snorting out loud.  At least, he thought, the poor bastard wasn’t coughing up a lung.  He wondered how much time … Continue reading →

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            “What was your offer, then, Mr. Clemens?” Brigham Young asked.  His voice sounded deliberately cheerful.             “Excuse me?”             “I can guess what the English had to offer,” Young said.  “And the secessionists, for that … Continue reading →

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            “Is there enough whisky in that bottle that you’d be willing to share?” a woman sat down opposite him and Burton completely forgot about Absalom Fearnley-Standish and all the obnoxious things he had ever done.  … Continue reading →

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“We profoundly regret to tell you one more thing,” Cannon continued, “but we feel that we must.”  His voice echoed loud and brassy from the ceiling cones.  “The man who shot President Young has been identified.  His name is Samuel … Continue reading →

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 When the dust settled, Sam tugged his scarf down, shaking out the red-brown sand it had collected.  “O’Shaughnessy!” he roared, and then he saw the man waiting on the gravel at the foot of the ladder. “What do you want, … Continue reading →

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