Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 4

640px-pancho_villa_bandolierThe last time I saw Ike Clanton was after the gunfight at the OK corral. He was studded with cactus thorns and headed to jail. I figured he’d be hanged by now. Did he escape?

And what is he doing here?

Instead of shooting Ike on the spot, or maybe running out and stabbing him, the four Yaqui braves come out of hiding, lowering their guns. Which means they’ve been expecting him. Continue reading “Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 4”

Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 3

hatfieldclanThe Yaquis didn’t make much effort to hide their trail. Probably they figured there was no chance I was getting loose and coming after them. They’re going to regret that little bit of carelessness.

I find myself wondering something. Why go to the all trouble of staking someone to an anthill, and then not stay around to watch? It’s not something I’d like to see, but if I was so inclined that way, and I’d gone to that much trouble, wouldn’t I want to be there to see what came of it?

Not that I’m complaining or anything, but it just doesn’t make sense to me. Continue reading “Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 3”

Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 2

3231219735_f955619e1f_bFlame leaps from the end of the Winchester and the rifle bucks in the old man’s hands. Something hot and painful stripes across my wrist.

I holler and jerk my hand back. Hold it up and count the fingers. Look for blood. Continue reading “Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule Skinner – chapter 2”

Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule-Skinner – chapter 1

DSC_0024As soon as the sun comes up, I’m going to be in real trouble.

Why? Because I’m lying on top of a giant anthill. Once the sun comes up, the ants are going to wake up, head outside and do whatever it is ants do all day. At that point, they’re going to find me here and they’re not going to be happy about it.

Lots of stinging will follow.

It’s not the stinging that will kill me. No, it’s the lying stretched out in the summer sun with no water. That’s what will kill me. The stinging will just make it worse. Continue reading “Ace Lone Wolf and the One-Eyed Mule-Skinner – chapter 1”

Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 2

ace-lone-wolfd5-v2“What is it?” Boyce snarls. He’s not a patient man.

“We take it with us,” I say.

His face twists up just like I knew it was going to. “That’s the biggest damnfool idea I ever heard,” he snaps. “Were you planning on putting it in your pocket?”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Oh, good, there’s more to your brilliant plan.”

“You got a lasso don’t you?” I ask Grady. He nods. “How about you, Slow Eye?” He nods too. Timmons nods before I can ask him. I turn back to Boyce. “We drag it with the horses. Haul it up that rocky knob off to the south and push it off the cliff. That oughtta bust it open.”

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Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 1

ace-lone-wolfd5-v2Sometimes I hate it when I’m right.

Like now, for instance. I knew these boys were going to be trouble when I joined up, I just knew it. And sure enough, I’m right.

I start thinking about drawing my other Colt .44. If there’s one thing my useless pa taught me, it’s that two guns are always better than one.

Here’s what’s going on.

Boyce is standing over by the safe, his face slowly turning red. Just inside the door of the train car is Timmons. He’s soaking wet. Head to toe.

And so’s the bundle of dynamite in his left hand. Our only dynamite.

Continue reading “Ace Lone Wolf and the Lost Temple of Totec – Chapter 1”