Monthly Archives: August 2017

  John Lee and I retired to the back of the hotel, while the ladies climbed the stairs to Mrs. Douglas and Hattie’s room. Once at the back door, I said, “We need to get out of here without being … Continue reading →

I looked at Hattie, who had a grim expression on her face. “Sound familiar?” I probed. “Yeah,” she said.  As all the eyes at the table shifted to her, she added, “Must be tha rifleman what won tha shooting prize … Continue reading →

  The next morning, I heard a rap on the door to our room. I came instantly awake, and pulling a Colt from under my pillow, ventured, “John Lee?” “Yeah, it’s me,” was the answer from the other side of … Continue reading →

  When I showed up in the hotel lobby, the desk clerk fixed me with a bewildered stare. He seemed to want to ask what I was doing down here when I had this beautiful wife in a room upstairs, … Continue reading →

Once the dessert was wolfed down by the ladies and John Lee, I proposed that we all turn in. We would be up at the crack of dawn to begin our trek back to Shepherdstown in the morning. Reluctantly, everyone … Continue reading →