Noah King
NightWriter
Her eyes scanned the bar room for anyone she might have run into on her previous missions. Someone who might recognize her. In her line of work, recognition was dangerous. In the 12 years she'd bee...
As the sun rose over the deep blue, snow-capped mountains, my black roan slowly cantered down the quiet, dusty main road of Purgatory. It was early for most folks; the blacksmith, the hostler,...
**Chapter 1** *The Seven Devils Mountains, Oregon, 3 a.m.*
I awoke with a start. The sun wasn't up yet. I listened carefully to the sounds of nature outside my two-bedroom cabin. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but something had jerked me out of a fair...
I had been trackin' the man who killed my wife for nearly two years. Now, I knew how close I was to finding him. Now, I knew he was soon going to die by my bullet. I spurred my black roan and...
Anthony took in everything around him in the room in which he sat. It was a chow hall, full of soldiers busily eating their meals before their next mission and before they once again hit the trail...
