Category Archives: Fiction

Of Soldiers and Warriors

Posted on May 17, 2012 by Jack Elliott

Nineteenth century U.S. cavalry. “Indians stay pretty much to the reservations anymore, where they belong. There’s no way of mixing the white race with the red. Too many differences.” Andy knew the differences all too well, for he had lived … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged Cavalry, Historical Fiction, History, Indians, Native Americans, Old West, Soldiers, Tales, War, Writing | 1 Comment

The Candy Bag Bandit

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Jack Elliott

“I’m gonna fill this whole thing,” I cried leaping into the air. A thin sliver of moon glowed in the star speckled canvas overhead, as I tromped down the road in my Halloween costume with my friend Matt. We set … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged Bullying, Halloween, Trick or Treating | Leave a comment

The Sarsaparilla Drifter

Posted on June 21, 2011 by Jack Elliott

The bat-winged double doors flew open smacking the saloon’s walls with an emphatic clap. He stood there, a bulky figure, face obscured in shadow, the dim sooty flutter of tallow candles warping his features into a caricature. His flat brimmed … Continue reading →

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A World Away

Posted on May 9, 2011 by Jack Elliott

Sprawled across a gritty sandstone boulder lodged several miles up the canyon, I lie overlooking the south-facing littoral plain far below, the day’s heat seeping into my bones, a cold beer can sweating close at hand. The stream gurgles through … Continue reading →