In This Issue
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Windward Rock, part 2 of 2
by Greg Camp
“Sheriff Carver,” Dowland called out. Carver and his men had gathered on the flat
land beneath the western side, just as he had invited them to . . .
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Marked for Death
by Matthew Pizzolato
I bellied up to the bar and stared wistfully into the mirror behind it. No matter which way I
sliced it, death stared back at me. . . .
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Adrift Again
by Steve Whisnant
I ran away from Wales for this?
Henry Morton Stanley slugged through the bog in Bradley County with several companions. Only days earlier they
had disembarked from the steamer Eagle on the Mississippi River . . .
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A Brief History of the U.S. Marshals Service
by Craig Jones
On September 24, 1789, just thirteen years after the Declaration of Independence, the United
States Congress approved Senate Bill Number 1 . . .
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The Tale of Smokey & Harry Butts
aka: The First Wild West Info-Commercial
by Ruth Weeks
Yes sir, partners! Piles are the scourge of the West.
After being in the saddle from sunup to sundown, does the ol' keester feel like beef
jerky? Burn like a branding fire? Itch and chafe like Aunt Tilly's corset? if so, try
Smokey and Harry Butts hemorrhoid ointment.
Made from the juice of the saguaro cactus, this soothing salve smothers the fire and
brimstone. Tames the irritation. Gentle to the skin as a doe-eyed maverick.
Remember: Smokey and Harry Butts.
It's how the West was won!
The End
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