So National Novel Writing Month is entering its second week, and I am behind schedule. What, me worry? Not anymore. I toughed it out today and got within a couple a thou words of where I am supposed to be. Not sure of the quality of the writing, but hey. What can you expect? I … More The behinder I get, the hurrieder I go

  He wasn’t the biggest man that Tom Horn had ever seen. Heaven knows; Tiny Angulfssen back in Saint Louis stood a hair’s breath short of seven feet and had shoulders like a Brahma bull. He once carried two full grown women, one on each shoulder. Of course, a lump of lead smaller than the … More “Vaya con Dios, Pancho Villa”