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Hap’n Devon

By Ken McConnell They had built the bank building from wood hauled down from the nearby mountains and cut into boards in a timeless, traditional manner of construction. This was not unusual for all the buildings in the town of… Read More »Hap’n Devon

Tin Star

by Ken McConnell The barrel of the blaster was still smoking as the bandit fell flat on his face in the dusty street. Shot through the heart with a forty-eight Peacemaker, he was dead long before he hit dirt. The… Read More »Tin Star

Ocherva

By Ken McConnell I didn’t want to come to Ocherva, but there I was. Funny how fate can sometimes take you to places you never thought you’d go. Now I can’t imagine not living on this red dirt moon on… Read More »Ocherva