Western short stories Bio. of Allen Russell
Allen Russell is a native Tennessean, voice actor, videographer, and a cowboy at heart. He has traveled extensively, hunting big game all over North America, as well as Australia and New Zealand. He spent more than a dozen years as a professional hunting guide in Montana and host of an outdoor adventure program.
His non-fiction work has appeared in North American Hunter, Tennessee Outdoor News, Country Extra, Good Old Days, The Magnolia Quarterly, and several southern anthologies. He has self-published “Mule”, a collection of award winning non-fiction stories dealing with life in rural Tennessee from the Civil War up to the 1950’s. He was recently awarded the Joe Margrave Award for non-fiction at the 2011 Tennessee Mountain Writer’s Conference in Oak Ridge.
Allen had done voice-overs as well as on camera appearances for commercials and two feature films. He has produced four hunting videos as well as “Freedom Isn’t Free” a fund raising DVD project for the Veterans Association in Tennessee.
His fiction projects include, “The Reno Kid: The Beginning”, coming soon from The Reno Kid Publishing Group in Nevada, and “Crow Feather” available soon from Solstice Publishing.
As a result of his association with Rodeo Bull TV, he plans to relocate to the Black Hills of South Dakota in 2012. As a storyteller, his favorite subjects lie in the rural hills and hollers of the south and the wide open spaces of the Old West.
The Condo Troll
Recently, I was vacationing in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota with part of my family. After breakfast on our first full day, everyone split up into groups to pursue similar interests. My son-in-laws were going golfing, which I don’t do. My darling wife and the daughters were going shopping for new western outfits, which I also do not do.
I informed them I planned a quiet morning, sitting by the lake and possibly catching up on some reading...Read More of The Condo Troll>>
The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow as Bronco Bigrivers sped toward the small town of Buzzard Gap, South Dakota. A billowing dust cloud trailed the pickup across the otherwise pristine buffalo-grass prairie. Bronco was on an errand of mercy. His partner, Lester Jiggs, was down with the miseries and in urgent need of medication...Read More of Wyatt Earp>>
The Wine Connoisseurs
The sun was already well up on that bright summer morning, as Mavis Hardy stood in the sunroom of her palatial home, surveying her vast acreage and finishing her second cup of coffee. Mavis was the middle-aged and portly wife of Quentin Hardy, patriarch of the sprawling Bar H Ranch.
Mavis was watching Quentin as he drove his custom built golf cart down their long cobblestone driveway to retrieve the mail from the box. The cart got quite a bit of use around the ranch, as neither Mavis nor Quentin were fans of strenuous exercise...Read More of The Wine Connoisseurs>>
Do Unto Others
A rush of cold air preceded the weary old cowboy across the threshold. Without conscious thought, he hung his hat on its customary peg beside the door. After unbuckling his chaps and hanging up his coat, he took a seat at the kitchen table. His thinning gray hair was unkempt. His whiskered face reddened by the bitter wind. The old man’s movements were cautious, almost feeble, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders...Read More of Do Unto Others>>
The Spirit of Black Butte
I wrote this story for an anthology about a year ago. It takes place in the old west during the winter. It’s about a young boy from Kentucky who, through no fault of his own, becomes an orphan with no home and no way to take care of himself. Left with nothing but the clothes on his back, a big-bore Spencer Carbine, and an old redbone hound, his only choice is to go west and live with an uncle that he has never met. This estranged uncle is an old Texas cowboy living alone on a remote cattle ranch in Montana. This story is about a boy being forced to grow up in a hurry and an old man forced to make room in his life for a complete stranger. It will come as no surprise to most of you that it also includes a legendary Indian medicine man and a curse. I hope you’ll come along as young Tom comes face to face with The Spirit of Black Butte... Read The Spirit of Black Butte>>
The Bethlehem Stage
Deputy Billy Brody was dozing in the marshal’s office when a blast of frigid air washed over him.
“Man, its getting cold,” the big man in the open doorway exclaimed, stomping the snow off his boots, “Thought I never would get back to town.”
“Did you see any sign of the horse thieves?” Billy asked, getting to his feet.
“No, the snow’s heavy up there and old man Reynolds isn’t sure which way they went. Any trail they might have left has long been covered.”
The man in the doorway was Marshal Stoney Jackson, a tall powerful man with dark hair and chiseled features. Stoney was the law in the little foothills town of Silver Creek, Montana. Read more of The Bethlehem Stage>>