A novella of cowboys and wizards in 7 parts.
“I don’t like it,” Fenton said, as he and Cannon sat in his office. He could see the top of the tower in the distance through the window. “I know that goddamned bastard is working this against me. They all are!” He slammed his fist on the table.
Cannon grinned as Fenton quickly pulled his hand in, cradling it to his chest, his face twisted in pain. “Save it for when it can do you some good, boss.”
“When we know different,” Cannon said, his eyes down.
Fenton stared at him. “Got it all figured out, do ya?”
Cannon shook his head. “Only what I need to figure. The rest takes care of itself.”
“And where’s that supposed to get me?” Fenton rubbed the hand he slammed on the table. “Between that ass Johnson pushing for statehood, and those…
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