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She is a prostitute until she gets fired and has to leave town. She becomes the mail-order bride of a Baptist preacher in a small town in North Central Texas. She tells the marriage broker about her past but doesn’t tell her husband-to-be. As life deals its twists and turns, will the truth finally be found out? She’s afraid to admit that she does have a past that wouldn’t be prudent for a pastor's wife. This story will tell of the trials she will have to overcome to prove herself worthy of her new position in this small town.

After two days of traveling, I pulled up on Sugar's reins, stared at the trail ahead, turned in the saddle and looked at the dusty trail behind. It looked like silver water running off a duck's back, and the land in front of us seemed to sizzle, like a burning flame. Some of the terrain looked vaguely familiar, but then looking a second time, it didn't look like anything I had seen before. As I took another look, the subtle rise and fall of the land all looked the same.

While visiting with my aunt and uncle, in Itching Tree, Idaho, I received a telegram. It was from Mayor Madison of Windy Butte, New Mexico. I had taken care of a problem they had when we passed through there on our way to Velvet Sky, Arizona. It seemed they had a similar situation now. The new sheriff they hired was causing all kinds of grief and trouble.

He pointed to a poster on the wall. "Maybe, you'd better read that poster," he said. The poster read: YOU WILL BE TRAVELING THROUGH INDIAN COUNTRY AND THE SAFETY OF YOUR PERSON CANNOT BE VOUCHSAFED BY ANYONE BUT GOD. "Interesting." I said.

We all went over to the sound, and there in the bushes was a young Indian brave. He was in pretty bad shape. The other Indians must have thought he had run off when the fighting started, or maybe they didn't care because he was so young, so they didn't bother looking for him. He was probably 10 or 11 years old, too young to be going on a raid like this.

Jedidiah Isaiah Jenkins, an 18-20-year-old redheaded, left-handed fast draw, travels the states and territories of the old west of the late 1800s with his two friends, rooting out and destroying evil whenever and wherever he finds it. Jed is easy going until pushed too far, then it is kill or be killed. Jed is a true Christian at heart, and believes he has been ordained to carry out God's will. But does Jed have what it takes to rid these places of the evil that is wreaking havoc?

The town was named Itching Tree because when the first settlers arrived, one of the trees was covered with poison oak and poison ivy. Anyone who got near it would itch for days, even weeks. Only one out of several trees was contaminated. The people tried everything to rid the tree of the poison, but nothing seemed to work. Then one day, almost six months later, magically the tree was clear of all signs of the poison. No one knows what happened. It seemed like a miracle had happened overnight.

Our job, as described by the judge, was to look into the backgrounds of certain individuals and determine whether they had the potential of becoming law breakers. There was very little, if any, violence involved in this endeavor - That is until the last few jobs. It seemed as if we were becoming more like bounty hunters than investigators.

"You ready to tell me what we're carrying?" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Well first place, if it was nitroglycerin, then I would take another route. If it was whiskey I'd stop for a drink any time. Why is it you don't want to tell me?" "Alright, if you must know, it's dynamite." "Dynamite! Why in blazes didn't you tell me that when we started?" "If you had known would you have agreed to carry it?" "Probably not."

Them Dakota Territories is an outlaw's paradise, untamed and uncivilized, that's what I heard. It's a bad place fer a person to be going to, if you ask me. They say that this Judge Renfro is what you call a hanging judge. They say he hung a feller one time just to see how long his legs would kick until he died.

Wanted! Brides for lonely men in Texas. He had sent money for expenses along with a train ticket. I had never had this much money to spend on myself. If this is what it's like to be a Texas bride, then I like it.

"You got something in there fit for riding?" She nodded again. "Put it on, you're going with me." She turned and went behind the stagecoach.

Gabriel Montague, a newspaper man from Philadelphia, is searching for anomalies in the Appalachian Mountains to write a series of stories for his newspaper, when he comes across something, or someone, like he has never encountered before in all his travels.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.

This is a short story of a man hired to guard, as he puts it, a worthless stinky smelly mud hole.

Francis Gertrude O'Brian (Trudy), a rawboned 18-year-old freckle-faced redhead, is physically and mentally abused by her two sisters, then sexually abused by her neighbor boys. She becomes a little mixed up and confused in her thinking. Perhaps it's because she's so young that she doesn't think things through before she acts. She commits many acts of robbery and murder; however, as she grows older and matures, her thinking becomes clearer, and she seemingly wants to do good.

Greed is an awful thing. It can take over a person's mind and consume all their energy, until it is brought to fulfillment in either of two ways. One being death, or the other way, which is the preferable way, is to find and procure that which a person is greedy for.

I'm hated by ignorant people who don't realize that this is a job just like chopping wood or baking bread. Someone has to do it. I decided if I'm the one to do it, I'm going to be the best.

"You can't shoot me, you're a preacher." "I haven't always been a preacher. You and I have unfinished business from before I became a preacher." The Preacher spoke softly, "I'm not gonna kill you. In fact, I'm gonna forgive you for what you did to my wife and me. However, I do require that you walk over to the sheriff's office and turn yourself in." "I ain't going no place with you." said the man. The Preacher stood, waiting calmly with his hand hovering over his pistol.