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Western Short Stories
John Porter

John Porter

Western short stories Bio. of John Porter

John Porter is the manager of his family's cattle ranch in California, where he also writes.  Eighteen of his screenplays have been produced (twelve of them are listed on the IMDb), and three of his stories have been published.  Soon, Two Gun Publishing will publish YOUR TYPICAL OUTLAW AND OTHER STORIES OF THE OLD WEST, a collection of some of his traditional western stories.

Here's a link to John's IMDb pageJohn Porter - IMDb

Western Short Stories by John Porter

A Commotion in the Bunkhouse

John Porter

“I see you guys ain’t done nothing to prettify this rathole,” Clem growled, sitting on his cot and looking at me and the other ranch hands. We was sitting on our cots, too, right there in the middle of the bunkhouse, which I gotta say wasn’t someplace you’d ever wanna bring your ma to. It wasn’t someplace you’d ever wanna bring anybody to, for that matter, except maybe another ranch hand--and only then if he wasn’t too particular about sights and sounds and smells. But I also gotta say that to me and the other hands and now Clem, who’d just come back to the ranch after being away since the weaning, it was home. Read the full story HERE>>


John Porter

In the early morning, an empty bottle flew over the batwing doors of the saloon. It flew past a horse tied to the hitching rail and splintered in the street.

Alone in the saloon, Billy Joe Tucker, a young cowboy, sat at a table and stared at a full bottle of whiskey on it.

“He called me a liar,” Billy Joe shouted.

He pounded on the table.

“No man calls me a liar and lives!”

He grabbed the bottle, opened it, and took a swing.

“No man!”

He thumped the bottle on the table, pulled a pistol from his holster, and wiped it with his hand. Read the full story HERE>>