When I got to the marshal’s office yesterday, Gideon wasn’t there. Rowdy wasn’t, either. Only the old yellow dog, Pardner, was around. So I headed out onto the streets of Stone Creek, Arizona, circa 1915, and started tracking the missing hero. I found him at the Horseshoe Saloon, on Main Street, drinking beer. Gideon was only 16 the last time I saw him, and now he’s 26. He’s grown up nicely–boy to hunk.
I love my job.
I’ll be meeting up with Lydia Fairwood, our heroine, this morning. (I might have to do some searching for her, too, but I… Read More »