Of Men And Whores #FridayFictioneers

  Of Men and Whores Max exhaled his guilt into the night air. A soft cry or plea escaped from the saloon window. They had forced their mounts to exhaustion today. Ridden hard and forgotten, the upstairs doves enjoyed none of the appreciation and reverence reserved for the rider’s horses. Come mornin’ the rough necks... Continue Reading →

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