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Western short stories Bio. of B. S. Dunn
My name is B. S. Dunn and I love to write western fiction. I've written six books to date, five are self-published and available on Amazon and the other is to be published in print by Crowood publishers who have recently acquired Hale Publishings Black Horse line. Three of my ebooks are the beginning of an action packed series featuring an ageing gunfighter named Laramie Davis. His travels thus far have pitted him against murderous outlaws in the Montana Rockies, the West Texas desert and the latest adventure sees him over the border, fighting for his life in Canada.
Apart from writing westerns, I love to watch them and I think the western movies of the 50's and 60's are the best ever made. I was brought up on John Wayne, James Stewart, Rory Calhoun and Randolph Scott. The authors I read are Louis L'amour, Ben Bridges, John Benteen and Marshal Grover, just to name a small few.
I live in a small country town in Australia with my wife and son.
Dan Pearson kicked out the fire and cursed the cold. A small column of brown smoke flecked with glittering orange sparks floated up into the bitter morning air. He pulled the collar of his slicker higher trying to keep out the biting autumn chill. It was only a matter of time before the first snows would fall in this part of Wyoming and he wanted to be out of the high country before that happened...Read more of Mountain Justice
Gunfight at Hell's End
He came in from the scorching alkali flats late in the afternoon. At first glance, the speck in the distance could have been mistaken for a mirage amid the shimmering heat haze, but as the horse and rider drew nearer it became obvious that it was not.
The immediate thoughts of the two old-timers who sat out the front of the Hell's End saloon was “outlaw”.
Why else would a man on a played out horse enter town from that direction? The only thing out there was miles and miles of nothing. That made him either stupid or outlaw and their bet was on the latter...