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Buster Chander had always been a man of few words, but when it came to killing someone who had been blackmailing him, he was as clear as day. “I want a handgun,” he said to Bisbee, owner of Silver State Sidearm Solutions. “Light enough so I can carry it all day without getting tired and still be able to aim true.” Buster only cared a little about the brand or make as long as it could take down…

Lawrence “Buster” Chander gazed blankly out the United Airlines Boeing 737 window, the vast, open sky mirroring the expanse of his life, which now teetered on the brink of collapse.At nearly 80, Buster stood as a stalwart figure in Montana, revered for the success of Chander Ranch Beef, a legacy he had nurtured into an international brand. But as the plane cut through the clouds toward Denver,…

DENVER — Thanks to a typo, a bull semen distributor’s T-shirts are the surprise marketing hit of the National Western Stock Show. Eric Cream, CEO of Cream of Bull Inc., a cattle genetics and artificial insemination business, said a T-shirt printer misspelled his company’s name as “Cram a Bull.” “Our employees didn’t notice until they’d already passed out a couple hundred,” Cream said. Seeing…

January 5, 1979 Dear Joe, It has come to my notice that last Saturday night, you visited a certain private establishment. My knowledge of this is precise and substantiated with photographic evidence. To ensure these pictures remain unseen by your family, I require $500 in cash within the next 24 hours. Expect a message at your hotel tomorrow with further instructions. Sincerely, Someone who…

Subject: About that email… Dear Ben, I came across the email you sent Travis. Frankly, I’m disappointed. Sharing an old photo that could mischaracterize our family as lowlifes and whiskey ticklers is disrespectful and far from the truth. And calling Great-Grandma Peg a “hottie”? That’s not the kind of language or attitude we appreciate in this family. Remember, the National Western Stock Show…

Hey, Trav! Man, am I stoked! We’re heading to Denver for our first-ever National Western Stock Show in just a few days. I was rummaging through some old stuff in Great-Grandma Peg’s attic and stumbled upon this incredible photo. It’s from the Stock Show but get this – in 1967! (I’ve attached a scan of the photo to this email. Hope it comes through OK.) There’s Peg having the time of her life,…

On New Year’s Eve, Mack Linger found himself in The Guy Chaparral, a gay country dance bar in Cathedral City — a world away from the Palm Springs rehab clinic he’d escaped. The bar, a kaleidoscope of lights and laughter, was owned by the brother of Rosita Minkey, Mexico’s reigning queen of country music. Mack had harbored a secret crush on Rosita since their paths crossed at a music festival in…

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In the sweltering Palm Springs afternoon heat, country star Mack Linger, more accustomed to the spotlight than the shade of a rehab center, nursed his ego and shoulder — both bruised when a security guard thwarted his escape attempt last night. Clinic director Nathaniel Beaumont confiscated Mack’s cellphone and revoked his online, TV, and radio privileges. He was already plotting his next…

NASHVILLE (AP) — Country music sensation Mack Linger, famed for his chart-topping “Lonesome Roads, Unwritten Codes,” has checked into a Palm Springs rehabilitation clinic, music industry sources said. The move follows an incident last week in Reno, where the 31-year-old singer made headlines for an outrageous outburst during his concert at the Sunk Creek Casino. Eyewitnesses said that Linger…

The clock over the mirror in Benny’s Bar had struck 1 a.m., and the joint’s raucous energy now simmered at a low hum. Cousin Jake chugged his beer, adjusted his Stetson, and told Garner to spill the beans from his meeting with the biker who could fix any problem. “So, Maddox’s plan,” Garner began, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s all about Danny having stepped into Scarab territory.…

Ethan never knew me, never even saw me, but I saw him – first in those fleeting, intimate moments at the gym. It started when I glimpsed him in the showers and noticed how the lather dripping off his cock looked like a massive load of cum. I crossed the line when Ethan left his locker door ajar. Inside lay his sweaty jockstrap, unwashed for a week, a piece of him waiting to be claimed. That…

Jake’s old pickup truck rumbled down the Interstate 80 service road. Benny’s Bar was now a distant memory, replaced by the vast, open night. Their destination loomed ahead, a nondescript roadside business, its sign a faded relic that read “Maddox’s Recovery & Towing.” Forsaken vehicles, each with a story hidden beneath layers of dirt, dust, and rust, sat behind a perimeter fence topped with…

Text and photo copyright © 2023 L.T. Hanlon. All content on this website is fiction.

Text and photo copyright © 2023 L.T. Hanlon. All content on this website is fiction.