I have moved a lot of times in my life. I went to 14 schools all told. We sometimes moved multiple times in a single year. My dad was often looking for new jobs, and we would pack up the pickup with everything we could fit in it and go. If we couldn’t put it in the pickup, it wasn’t ours anymore. I remember us getting a U-Haul trailer ONCE. We didn’t use moving trucks. We especially didn’t use Mayflower moving trucks. They were for the rich people. Some people grew up rich and don’t know it.
Raconteur Press has been nice enough to publish some of my short stories of late. They are all written as part of my Jack of Harts universe, but were imagined and created specifically for Raconteur. Following Raconteur guidelines for size and content. Writing to the specifications of others is a new thing for me, since most of my stuff I wrote for myself and then published. I think it’s made me better. And I think they’ve done a good job of giving other authors a venue to showcase their work and get paid for it. That’s sorta their motto. Have fun. Get paid. Check them out. I’d be willing to bet that at least one of their anthologies will tickle one of your interests.
Captain Jack Hart is a Cowboy. A lawman.
War’s End has come, but conflict has not ended.
Jack travels the stars in search of conflicts that need a hand to resolve.
The Guns of Liberty are loud, and sometimes a bit dusty.
Captain William “Bill” Carter rode with the Rangers since Sam Houston formed them to protect the scattered Texian settlements from Indians and other bandits. He signed up with a new name very decade or so for paperwork reasons, but some of the old hands never forgot the day they were young hands and Bill pulled them through a tough scrape with a Mexican nagual. The shapeshifters fought under both Spanish and Mexican flags from Texas, to Mexico City, to Cuba and beyond, and Bill always stood ready to face those and other otherworldly creatures and threats to mankind.
Captain William “Bill” Carter rode with the Texas Rangers during their most famous rides from Texas to Mexico City. He has wandered the American West for decades since then, often far outside the borders of Texas. The Civil War came and went as he rode the wide lands west of the Mississippi, hunting foes neither North nor South. And when civilization followed the railroad west, it found him hunting the things that went bump in the night. Otherworldly creatures and threats to mankind.