Previous / Next One Fine Day Written By John Zeek Dec. 23, 1633 “Where is it? It’s late,” Heinrich muttered under his breath as he waited impatiently for the tram. Soon he would be out of this nest of heretics. Soon he would far away from this cursed city, this Grantville, the so-called city from […]

Previous / Next Dark as a Dungeon Written by John Zeek Henry Johnson was happy to see the three horses the family owned in the field. That meant that Anse and Hagen were back from the medical center. Maybe, just maybe the waiting was over. Henry pointed the horses out to Wendel Schultz and Suse […]

Previous / Next The Whippoorwill Written by John Zeek “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Anse Hatfield swung off his horse, the dull pains in his back and legs reminding him that camping rough and riding all day was a young man’s game. He waved to Sergeant Albrecht. “Hold off making camp. Now that […]