An excerpt from my story in the Wild Frontiers anthology
We continue our ride through Wild Frontiers with an extract from Misha Burnett’s ‘Mystery Train’, the tale of a man who discovers sometimes you don’t have to be good, you just have to be good enough.
Sean Moriarty frowned. “If you’re referring to the War Between the States, sir, I was thirteen years old in ’65.”
The old man raised bushy white eyebrows. “Thirteen in ’65… that would make you thirty-one today?”
“Yes, sir,” Moriarty agreed.
“You look older than that,” Mr. Cotton said. “Where are you from?”
“Illinois, sir. Town of Wood River.”
“A Yankee, then.”
“I prefer to think of myself as an American.”
“So how does a man from the great state of Illinois end up as a federal marshal?”
Moriarty shrugged. “I needed a job. I went out…
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