Come Visit the Weirder Side of the Old West

 

The road to Nameless has a few surprises. Best listen when the innkeeper warns you.

he road In Nameless, Texas, a town where anything might happen—and often does—even the tumbleweeds can be trouble.

Lately, I’ve been spending more of my writing time on the dusty backroads of the nineteenth century, where a lonely farmhouse, an abandoned well, or a warning from an old-timer can lead to something decidedly peculiar.

These are my Weird Westerns: frontier tales with ghosts, strange creatures, spooky folklore, and the occasional helping of Texas foolishness. I like a little humor with my chills. Although, if something starts screaming overhead, I recommend running first and appreciating the humor later.

The Legend of the Screamin’ Skulls

An old innkeeper warns a young stagecoach driver about the western road. Naturally, the driver knows better. With three passengers aboard, he heads toward Nameless—straight into a dust storm and a legend with a terrible voice. Some folks dismiss the Screamin’ Skulls as superstition. On this stretch of road, that could be a fatal mistake.

If you enjoy old-fashioned spooky tales with a frontier setting, come along. There are more strange happenings on the way from Nameless.

Just be particular about which stagecoach you board.

Read The Legend of the Screamin’ Skulls