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Western Short Stories bio of Jason Crager:
Jason Crager is the author of the western novels THE LEGEND OF WHISKEY CHARLIE (Outlaws Publishing; April, 2020) and SCARECROWS OF GOLDEN PRAIRIE (Outlaws Publishing; March, 2020). He is one of seven co-authors to the western anthology THE SEVEN BASTARDS OF HUSK KNOLL. His western short story “The Ballad of Bootlip Bill” was featured in Outlaws Echo Magazine and he has had another short story accepted to Frontier Tales.
Outside of the western genre, Jason is the author of UNBRIDLED HUMANITY: A Collection of Disturbing Tales (Ronin Publications; Jan, 2016) and ALONG A LIGHTER PATH: Selected Stories (Ronin Publications; Jan, 2018). He is a contributing author to ONE HUNDRED CROWS: Unique Stories and Poems and the SKITCH-BOT anthology. His work appeared in volumes one through six of The Ronin Express literary journals.
Jason lives a happy life with his family in the beautiful river and bluff country of De Soto, Wisconsin, USA.
Phantom of the Wood
Weather can be harsh in this region. The days can be hot and humid to the point where it becomes nearly unbearable to travelers while one would be lucky not to catch a case of hyperthermia if not properly insulated through the nights. Adapting is improbable for those who are not native. Read the full story HERE>>
Where the Bad Folks Go
A grand, triumphant sun burst free from the horizon’s grasp, shattering the confines of night and casting an orange, blazing hot glow over Casa Oculta. The small cluster of wooden buildings comprising the desert town were quiet and the dirt streets, still and peaceful. A far cry from the blood spill of the night before. Read the full story HERE>>
Although the air was still crisp, the rolling winds which regularly meandered down from the peaks of the Bears Paw Mountains had come to a temporary halt and the late-morning sun held strong in a clear, blue sky. The surrounding landscape was pale in every direction, an unattractive scene of grays, browns and yellows. Unless from region-trained eyes, spotting game in this season was a near impossible task. Read the full story HERE>>