Western Short Stories Bio. of McKendree Long
McKendree R. (Mike) Long III is a former soldier whose awards and decorations include the Parachutist's Badge, the Combat Infantryman's Badge, the Silver Star, and the Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry (Gold and Silver Stars).
Retiring in 1980, he served the next 29 years as a Financial Advisor with Merrill Lynch and began to work on his first novel during his last years there. NO GOOD LIKE IT IS was published through Createspace upon his second retirement at the end of 2009. The sequel (DOG SOLDIER MOON) was released by Goldminds Publishing in December 2011. His third book, HIGHER GROUND, was published in 2015 by High Hill Press; it includes Custer's defeat at the Little Bighorn, and the death of Wild Bill Hickok. These first three historical novels have been republished in Large Print by Five Star Publishing as THE SUPERSTITION GUN TRILOGY. In 2017 Five Star also published Long's fourth novel, BRODIE, which begins a new series. The sequel, CURLY JACK, is almost finished.
Mike is active in SERTOMA, SCV, and Western Writers of America (WWA), and is a Life Member of the NRA and VFW; he's also an avid collector and shooter of guns of the Old West, much to his wife's dismay. Married since 1960, Mike and Mary enjoy traveling the West, but split most of their time between Blythewood and Seabrook Island, SC. They have two married daughters, four grandchildren, and four great grandchildren.
There were days when Deputy Marshal Brian ‘Pug’ O’Hanley felt like he couldn’t do this job much longer. Running down wife-beaters, collecting unpaid fines, arresting drunk Cherokees over from the Indian Territory, chasing bank robbers, none of it without mortal danger, and yet never-ending. Rewarding, though, you might say? Not so much, he’d answer; actual cash rewards were often disputed or just not paid, and many of the folks he arrested were released by jack-ass juries. Read the full story HERE>>
It was my sixteenth birthday and I just knew that this particular day was gonna be a change for the better. My first couple of weeks as a fearsome raider on the Outlaw Trail hadn’t panned out just exactly like them dime novels out of Fort Worth had led me to expect. We hadn’t robbed nobody, nor captured no women, nor even stole no cows. Read the full story HERE>>
MONAHSETAH Most of the women in the huge encampment hated the job of scraping fat from the inside of animal hides. Monahsetah found it boring, of course, but she found that once she got into the rhythm, she could let her mind go elsewhere. Right now her mind was north of the river with old Weasel and her son, Yellow Bird. Read the full story HERE>>
The Two Funerals of Big Frank
The trouble got worse after Momma died back in 1897, but it started long before that. And it was partly her fault.
Well, all right, it was mostly her fault. If she hadn’t gotten so sick and then hired that Lucy Warren as a live-in nurse, most of what I’m fixing to relate probably wouldn’t have happened. At the time, though, the widow Lucille Warren seemed to be a total blessing. Read the full story HERE>>
“Jacksboro ain’t much of a town, and this cantina ain’t much of a courtroom,” he said, “and I dang sure ain’t no judge, but this is the hand you drew. Tell yore story. I am a Ranger, and this’ll go fair.”
He was the smallest Texas Ranger I’d ever seen, at least two hands under six feet. He wore two cut-down Navy conversions, cross draw fashion, and held a ten gauge Greener loose across his left arm. He was talking to me.
I tried to talk, but nothing came out.
“You got four dead men to explain. Maybe five, by now.” Read the full story HERE>>