The Case of the Bogus Detective 18
We reached Genoa about an hour after we set out from Carson, for we had been going at a fair clip through the sage-brushy desert and flat ma...
We reached Genoa about an hour after we set out from Carson, for we had been going at a fair clip through the sage-brushy desert and flat ma...
Dizzy had put the heavy reins of a six-horse team in my gloved hands. I was so startled I nearly fell off the coach. I said, ‘How can I driv...
Everything happened real fast after that. Within an hour we were standing in a dim livery stable, watching half a dozen heavily armed men c...
Mr. V.V. Bletchley had squashed my pa’s plan of using me to convince Reb Road Agents that our stagecoach could not be transporting silver. I...
The Virginia City office of the Overland Stage Company was noisy & crowded. It smelled of spittoons & sweat & cigars. Pa and Mr....
‘Good morning, Miss Pinkerton!’ snapped Ping the next day. ‘You late.’ It was only a quarter past 9.00 but I let that pass. He was sitting i...