The Absence of Love

Tenth official Doomtown story,  Echoes - There was an eerie quiet that held sway over the town below. The smoke from the explosions was ...

Exeunt Omnes - By Ross Fisher-Davis. The sword on Abram’s hip was heavy. For some time now, it had weighed on him. Heavier than the gun ...

Eighth official Doomtown story,  The Last Ride - Pancho Castillo’s stolen horse reared as he let off another shot into the frenzy of mot...

Seventh official Doomtown story,  The Blowoff - There was a ringing in Erik Samson’s ears; he tasted blood. Coughing, he pulled himself ...

My sixth official Doomtown story,  Someone Else's Problem -  “What it sounds to me like is none of this is any of our damn concern, ...

My Fifth official Doomtown story,  The Prodigal - “Mr. Mayor,” Rafi lingered near the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a youn...

Fourth official Doomtown story,  Nine Tenths of the Law - The doors creaked open as Malcolm leaned on them, stepping up into the wide e...

My third official Doomtown story,  Behind the Stick - The dimly lit tables of Cooke’s Nightcap were sparsely populated as Forster Cooke ...

My second official Doomtown story,  Double or Nuthin' - Rico’s hands flashed the cards across the table so quick they were a blur, a...

The first of my official Doomtown Fiction stories,  For What Ails You - You there, sir! Yes, you! You have a worried look about you. Wha...