Western Short Stories
J. R. Lindermuth

J. R. Lindermuth

Western Short Story Bio. of J. R. Lindermuth

A retired newspaper editor, J. R. Lindermuth lives and writes in a house built by a man who rode with Buffalo Bill--which may have helped inspire his interest in the West. His 15 published novels are a mix of mystery and historical fiction. Since retiring, he's served as librarian for his county historical society, assisting patrons with genealogy and research. He is a member of International Thriller Writers and a past vice president of the Short Mystery Fiction Society.

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Western Short Stories by J. R. Lindermuth


A DECEITFUL GAME

J. R. Lindermuth

Clamping his hat to his head with one hand, Rideau swiveled in the saddle and looked back over his shoulder. He detected no sign of the men pursuing him in the barren stretch of sand glistening in the sun between here and the conic hills and irregular knobs on the horizon.

He nudged the horse on with his knees, mounted a rise and started down toward a brush-choked ravine. He heard water now, liquid music as it rushed over rocks and swelled the air with its sweet smell.  Read the full story HERE>>


VARMINTS

J.R. Lindermuth

Silent as an Indian, Tilghman crept up and studied the two men from behind a screen of brush. Years of living in the desert had honed his senses and he’d heard them before he saw them. He didn’t recognize the strangers who’d invaded his camp, but he knew what they were.

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LUCK

J.R. Lindermuth

“Luck haint nothin’ but an accident, boy, and that’s the truth,” the old man told his companion.

They were sitting in the pines on a bench overlooking the little town that was Boone’s destination. The town was only a few weeks old and Boone had headed for it as soon as he heard about the strike that precipitated its growth.

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A BAD DRAW OF THE CARDS

By J. R. Lindermuth

The outlaw was busy currying his horse when Abel Kane entered the stable.

Rowdy Joe McKibben glanced at him, but didn't hesitate in his task. "Figured you'd be along sooner or later, Sheriff. They tell you where to find me?"

"Jacobs did."

Rowdy Joe nodded his head. "Never should have teamed up with those fool amateurs."

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THE PRICE OF A MEAL

J.R. Lindermuth

Flynn drew back on the reins and surveyed the sod hut tucked neatly into the coulee below him. Between the stream below the house and the blessing of a few summer showers, the grass seemed in better shape than the drought-stricken sections he'd left behind him that morning. A wisp of smoke drifted up from the chimney of the lean-to kitchen. Read the full story HERE>>


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