The Abode of McThag

The truth be told, Fowler thought, not all of the Indians had disappeared twenty years ago. The Commanche were still where they'd, final...

There were, maybe eight of the oddly ugly... people?  surrounding Allen. Not short, but looking like they should be, with blonde hair and bl...

"They know we're here, Major," magery sergeant Harrington reported when he came back from his aerial scout. "What did you...

Lieutenant Fowler marked where Allen had gone down, his horse carrying on without him. "Wood!  Jenkins!" he barked. His sergeants ...

Colonel Waller looked up from his paperwork and tried to figure out what was missing. He double checked his figures. Reread the dispatches. ...

These horse-monsters were different. The gathered in flocks like the killer-birds and worked together to hunt. Like the other horse-monsters...

"Corporal Allen!  After him!" The Googoo was running flat out away from the scouting party. The purpose of the scout was to find t...

The land of Not-Dakota was lovely. A man could lose his soul just gazing at it. The blue-gray of the distant mountains and odd black-green o...

It just never got old. Major Beasley would draw his saber and it would burst into flames and the Sioux would "oooh and awwww" over...

Lieutenant Fowler was dreading this moment.  It wasn't going to be popular with the men at all. "Sergeant Wood!  Assemble the troop...

Mages were strange. Sargent Harrington packed a stick-horse with him. The expedition had real horses! But he packed a child's toy anyway...

It was over. Fowler stood, gasping for breath. The green sword throbbing with his heart beat. Unstained by the blood. Pulsing.  Aliv...

It was inevitable. From the journal of William Fowler, First Lieutenant, Regular Army: When the Indians bolted through their temporary g...

"It's old-magic , Sir." the regimental mage explained. Colonel Waller sighed, knowing with certainty that two things were co...

"Bill," she said, holding up a long box, "my father sent this from Chicago.  He wanted you to have it before you left for... ...

He'd said he'd had a vision. Their not-a-chief-but-very-much-a-repected-leader Standing Bear had explained that he'd had a vis...

July 20, 1899 It was a conundrum. The red-legs had surveyed the area and we were still in the Dakota Territories, barely a mile from the...

March 15, 1898 Colonel Waller had the beginnings of a headache. The twenty plus years moribund, yet still funded, Bureau of Indian Affai...

June 7, 1875 We'd ridden hard at the behest of the Affairs agent to stop the Indians from doing their annual Sun Dancing. They simpl...

My snippet of a world is growing some legs. Brainstorming with Willard gave me several scenes that might make part of a good story. He c...