The bandit was no amateur, whipping one revolver after another from his saddlebag, draining the cylinders in a strobing, crackling cloud of gunsmoke, until only the whinnies of a few horses drifted up from the gully below.

Crysco Gringo longed for immortality and riches and power and infamy. While thieving made him rich, it also shortened his life. He considered that a fair trade.

Storytelling is the art of weaving ordinary words into extraordinary worlds.

Seed the imagination and watch the child grow.