“Aaaah! Nothing like the smell of the smoke of a Colt 45 in the morning. The feel of that Colt 1911 bucking in the hand was pure magic”. “What!” you...

“Right, your turn to pick a card,” his voice broke the silence. I had been enjoying the sun because the day was just starting to warm up, but I took...

Jack Anvil stared at the group in front of him. Yes, that middle one would be hard to take down but his revolvers, rifle and shotgun were within easy reach...