Captain William “Bill” Carter was a Connecticut Yankee who went west to patrol the American frontier as it expanded. He fought at New Orleans during the War of 1812, and rode with Sam Houston’s Ranger Company against Indian raiders, Santa Anna, and all the way to Mexico City to settle the question about Texas independence. Bill rode with the Texas Rangers for decades under various official names for paperwork reasons, but his primary mission was always the same. To hunt otherworldly creatures and threats to mankind.
Captain William “Bill” Carter was born in Connecticut back when it was still a Colony of England. Son of a rich merchant in the upper middle class, Bill grew up with a Kentucky Long Rifle in his hands and a horse under his bum. The Continental Congress asked for volunteers, so he crossed the Delaware on Christmas 1776 to hunt some Hessians. A Hessian vampire hunted him right back and got a piece of him. Bill didn’t turn, so now he hunts otherworldly creatures and threats to mankind.
The fine folks over at Raconteur Press have been putting out good anthologies of stories for a minute now. They are new, but they are very good. Nearly three dozen anthologies says they are doing it right. And I checked before I started submitting stories to them.
They picked one of the first stories I sent them, the Guns of Liberty. That one stars the same Captain Jack Hart of my main line Jack of Harts stories. And I’m rather happy with it.
They have picked up three more of my stories so far, and published two, with a character I wrote specifically for them because I wanted to try something new. Captain William “Bill” Carter, Texas Ranger, hunter of otherworldly creatures and other threats to mankind. I posted to social media some time ago that I was thinking about doing some monster hunting stories, and people had some interest in that. Bill Carter was my answer to that interest.
If you are at all interested in science fiction or fantasy short stories, I would like to recommend you to try out Raconteur Press. The ones I’m in and the ones I’m not. A rising tide raises all boats after all. And put in a review if you like it. They’re doing good work. There’s not much more I can ask of such a fine collection of folks.
What would you do for a good cup of coffee?
Would you take a trip through space? Go to a mystical land? Maybe brave the gods?
In my story, Captain Bill Carter is offered the best cup of coffee he has ever drunk by a faery in exchange for one little favor. What could possibly go wrong?
This is a reminder that the Goblin Market is still waiting to be discovered by some of you fine folks out there. See tales of fantastic worlds trading in things that never were for others that may come to be in the future.
In my story, Captain William Carter has need of a faery market, and he is willing to pay a great price for the runes he needs to better fight otherworldly creatures and threats to mankind.