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Western Short Stories bio of Jason Crager:
Jason Crager is the author of western novels LOOSE CHIPPINGS, SCARECROWS OF GOLDEN PRARIE, and THE LEGEND OF WHISKEY CHARLIE. Outside of the western genre, he’s had three collections of contemporary short stories published. His work was featured in volumes one through six of The Ronin Express literary journals and included in both the One Hundred Crows and the Skitch-Bot anthologies.
Jason lives a happy and peaceful life with his family in the beautiful river and bluff country of De Soto, Wisconsin, USA, where he is currently at work on a fourth western novel.
No Killing Here
Madame Felicia made her usual, grand entrance. All eyes zeroed in on her as if ensnared by the magical force of an invisible, magnetic field and if there had been any clocks present, their hands surely would have stopped. A tall and slim woman with an hourglass figure that defied her height, she wore her straight brown hair cropped much shorter than was the standard of beauty amongst women of the times. Her, it seemed to fit perfectly, though, accentuating the feature of her long and slender neck, an attribute which salivated the mouths of men. Her eyes were a lighter shade of brown than her hair. Large, doe like eyes adorned with long lashes and thickly applied, blue eye shadow. Read the full story HERE>>
The Ballad of Bootlip Bill
Mary Beth Hamilton was the fairest belle in Clinton County. At just sixteen, with pale and flawless complexion, delicate features, long and golden curls, strong family roots, ample bust and womanly curves beyond her years, it was widely known throughout the entire territory that her hand was the highest prized hand to win. Read the full story HERE>>
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>>