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Above When the auto-deputies were first introduced as the newest thing in law enforcement they were met with suspicion and fear. The companies that produced them embarked upon a massive public relations campaign designed to convince the general public that the massive automatons were safe, and...

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Above: Marcus could hear the steady rolling crash of approaching hooves. The sound rolled across the desert, building upon itself, thrumming in the middle of his chest. He turned from the closed off vent shaft he had been sniffing at and scanned back towards town to see who was coming his way...

Billy didn't take the news graciously. His sallow face turned nearly purple in the wan light and he looked as though he had just attempted to swallow a cat. A cat that was even now trying to claw its way back out of his mouth. His jaw worked a few times and after a moment he turned and spat...

Billy watched the stranger cross his threshold and kept his expression neutral as both of the man's boots crossed the invisible barrier that marked the entrance to Billy's home. The man definitely had the Blood in him but he wasn't, himself, a Vampire. That meant that, on this side of the...

Marcus watched the man in black rock back from the impact of his shot and just as a surge of triumph began to bloom in his chest it soured. The man regained his seat atop the horse and the gear work screamed as the agitated beast went clattering past. Marcus didn't waste any time on enraged...

Marcus Bishop did not consider himself an impulsive man. Decisive was the word that he preferred. Other men might have, upon reflection, wondered if they had been too rash killing the Sheriff so quickly. Marcus was untroubled by such concerns. Marcus Bishop knew his place in the world, and did...

Riding the Sheriff's gleaming white horse and flanked on either side by the massive Auto-deputies made it unlikely that Marcus would be able to sneak up on Billy Rook's hideout. It mattered little to Marcus, stealth had never been his preferred mode. He liked to be seen and imagined that he cut...

There was a groan of protest and a shriek of scraping metal as the heavy security gate shuddered upwards. Marcus didn't bother to hide his distaste at the racket. Apparently the good Sheriff didn't make maintenance much of a priority. Inside the Sheriff Office garage Marcus could see a row of...

Sheriff Milton seemed surprised to see Marcus so early in the morning. Marcus got the impression that if he were anyone else the Sheriff would have turned him away. Instead, the portly man with the graying hair stiffly ushered Marcus into his office and set about prodding the coals to life...

Marcus may not have managed early to bed, but he was naturally early to rise. He didn't much trouble himself with the question of whether that made him wise. Before the sun was fully heaved over the horizon he was up, washed in cold water from the cracked basin in his room, and buttoning up a...

Marcus's expression curdled a bit as he noticed the red drops on the barfly's stocking. Cream may have been a lovely color for his suit but it didn't do much for his complexion. He snatched the room key with a bit more force than was necessary and then stood looking as though he was deciding...

Part One: Alexander Campbell was the richest man west of St. Louis. The inventor of the auto-carriage and steam cannon could have lived quite comfortably off the proceeds from his patents but he instead parlayed his early earnings into a prodigious buy up of land across some of the most...

"Thank you kindly, Miss Tinka." Marcus said as the woman with the messy hair offered him a key. "How much do I owe for the night?" She named a figure that didn't seem too larcenous and out came the fine leather bill fold again. Marcus pulled out a stack of new Union bills so crisp you could...

Marcus's eyes narrowed as he watched the man stagger to his feet and took in the assortment of vials, pouches, and bullets on his chest, not to mention the fighting iron at his hip. Not a farm hand then. Marcus's eyes darted to the prodigious amount of blood the man had lost and frowned in...

The clattering of the Campbell Auto-Carriage finally came to a stop and the long hiss of steam releasing from the boiler was punctuated by two crisp dings from the cabin bell. The split-flap sign at the front of the cabin spun for a moment and then spelled out COPPERHEAD, AZ one letter at a...

When Trent attacked, William had wanted to intervene. Every fiber of his being had tensed as he prepared to spring into action. Instead he stood still as the mysterious figures dispatched the crazed Traveler. As the Incarnations of Arkadious gathered before his companions he drifted nearer...

"William? What is it? Are you all right?" William Black Iron snapped back to the here and now. Lisbeth was looking at him with concern and he felt a flush of embarrassment. Hadn't he been trying to make her feel better? He cleared his throat and gave an unconvincing smile. "Yes, fine. I...

No one seemed particularly interested in dealing with Fae and William didn't blame them. Even under ideal circumstances trying to get information from a Fae was a tricky proposition. These were not ideal circumstances. In his capacity as Master of Black Iron House he would normally be afforded...

William had helped Daisy up as carefully as he could and then his own thoughts drifted while his companions set about making up Genevieve and going through the hapenny play of fortune telling for their supper. For a few moments he toyed with the idea of doing a few readings of his own. Reading...