It was a warm summer morning in the town of Farewell. Save a dozen horses tied to the hitching rail in front of various saloons and the Blue Pigeon Store and Bill Lainey, the fat landlord of the hotel, who sat snoring in a reinforced telegraph chair on the sidewalk in the shade of his wooden awning, Main Street was a howling wilderness. Dust overlay everything. It had not rained in weeks. In the blacksmith shop, diagonally across the street from the hotel, Piney Jackson was shoeing a mule. The mule was invisible, but one knew it was a mule because Piney Jackson has just come out and taken a two by four from the woodpile behind the shop. And it was a well known fact that Piney never used a two by four on any animal other than a mule. But this by the way.
Bullets,bad guys,heroes,and romance. That’s a Western novel!