I got my next tale of the old west back from the editor a bit earlier than I thought I would. I posted it for you guys to read and hope you like it. What is it they say about hope? It springs eternal, right. Any way this one is set in October of 1865 and features a character I'm pretty fond of, Deputy US Marshal Wounded Hawk a half-bred college educated Indian. Eighteen-sixty-five is probably a tad bit early for a man of mixed blood being a deputy marshal, but if you can't stretch the truth a smidge now-n-again why write at all? So, I hope you take a cotton to Hawk as well, pull up chair, sit down and check out this little account I call Beyond the Mountain.
Deputy US Marshal Wounded Hawk is ready to head back to Golden City, after taking a prisoner to Estes Park, Colorado. But when a group of bandits decide to pick that particular bank to rob, Hawk and the local Marshal's posse set out in pursuit. The half breed Marshal will need all his Indian tracking skills to catch up to this band of outlaws. But the posse are ill prepared for the gang leader's relentless pursuit of freedom.
I'd appreciate it if you took the time to read the story. If you like it hate it or even if you think it's the worst sort of trash ever written feel free to drop me a note saying so. Good, Bad, or Ugly your opinion matters to me.