Levi and the Ferryman
Levi and the Ferryman
Sometimes the Devil sat just beyond Doctor Pruitt on the marshal’s desk, watching him with his brows knitted in mild concern but…but it was just a dream—just a dream—and there weren’t no Devil, really. Just an empty space and the panic that came from having
Levi and the Ferryman
Seth Knight had been hunting bounties across the Arapaho territories, both Northern and Southern, for about six years before something tugged at him to move a little more southwest into the mountains. Of course, that sounded far less practical than it really was—it was simply because there were more
Levi and the Ferryman
Levi had met the Devil once. It had been just outside the old church back before Talton had burned and there was dust rising up from the street as it hadn’t rained in a whole fortnight. The Devil was a pale, well-dressed man with hair black as pitch