Content: western

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This is a the start of a story I began last year, in response to a friends request for western short stories to be submitted for a western anthology of short stories he was thing about publishing. I am not out of the closet yet about my passion for a good western (oops, maybe I am now) but I have always wanted to have a go at writing one. Life diverted me from continuing the story until today, when I stumbled across it, and tuned it up for review. Please don't hold back anything you think about my writing. I would enjoy writing western short stories when I need a break from the long grind of my novel project. Thanks:) Chalice

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The time machine aspect of the "Droubble" contest intrigued me. But I can't write a Christmas card in only 200 words and never win anything. So, I embellished a little. More than 200 words can't be Droubble and Doubble Droubble sounds like a personal foul. I'll call this Mega-Droubble. Nice writing 2600 words about my imaginary friends just for fun. Happy holidays to all.

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An 1890s preacher discovers a town scandal and meets the love of his life...or is that afterlife?

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The war over Wyoming land rights did not begin with the lynching of Jim Averell and “Cattle� Kate Watson in 1889, nor did it end with the Butch and Sundance-style execution of Nate Champion outside his KC Ranch cabin in 1892. Those whose generations have lived in the Cowboy State know that land counts for much and family can be a secondary thing. When Sheriff John Pruett’s wife of 44 years is murdered by her own brother in the whirlwind of a family feud over precious mineral rights in the gas boom of the 2000’s, he will face not only a test of professional mettle, but also a formidable reconciliation with both his faith and his own flesh and blood—Pruett will ultimately battle his child, his town, his ghosts, and his God. This is a tale of twisted, hardscrabble greed set against the majesty of one of the last, true American paradises.

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Back in the 70s, I lived in San Antonio, Texas for about five years. I played lead guitar in a country band while I was there. I would see all these guys in their Stetson hats and Tony Lama boots trying to impress the ladies. My guess...you put any one of them on a horse and they'd crap all over themselves. I got to thinking abnout it and wondered when the last TRUE cowboy would eventually disappear. This is what I came up with. Any and all comments welcomed.

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With apologies to all the fine poets on this site. I can't write poetry, but this morning I finally snapped and this jumped into my head. This is the reason I never have time to do my writing.

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