The Case of the Bogus Detective 8
I was ‘over the moon’, or at least ‘over Virginia City’. I had explained to Ping that the man hugging me was my long-lost pa. Ping had apo...
I was ‘over the moon’, or at least ‘over Virginia City’. I had explained to Ping that the man hugging me was my long-lost pa. Ping had apo...
I was not so much mad at Jace as I was mad at Mother Nature for changing me into a gal. I rode Cheeya hard until I cooled off a little. Then...
My hopes had been raised to the high heavens and then dashed to earth. I felt mighty low & needed to think. Also, I needed advice. When ...
For as long as I could remember I had thought my Pinkerton Railroad Detective pa was dead and gone. My Indian ma told me he died bravely, de...
I stared down the barrel of that Colt’s revolver and slowly put my hands up. ‘Why am I under arrest?’ I asked. ‘You are under arrest for wor...
‘Nobody move!’ cried Mark Twain. ‘I will smish the varmint!’ He grabbed an iron plate from the stove. Immediately he dropped it. It struck t...