Here I am at the edge

 The Missing Genre This ebook could be classed as Western fiction ; though I wrote it as more of a Christian Fiction story. The only true Western Fiction short story I wrote is Holding Richmond . This story is not strictly a WF short story, I wrote this as a vampire horror story, in opposition to the sexual imagery portrayed of the vampires in the Twilight stories. I would challenge you to say my stories are only seen in one genre ; it isn't the way I write them, but the stories can be viewed in several ways depending on who sees them.

A short story excerpt for the day This story continues from the link    https://hereiamattheedgeblogspotcouk.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/wagons-ho/   . The Commanche didn't wait to form up, their rifles firing from the grass were occupying the men in the wagons. A surprise attack wasn't the element, the force stormed the hill and rampaged across the plain, their war cries chilling the blood of the men as they tried to take aim. Jonas took a quick glance at the situation and yelled, "Clem, can you and your men cover the rifles in the grass? If you can keep their heads down, we may get out of this." Clem looked across at his friend and replied, "We ain't got many guns and little ammunition, but we'll do what we can for you, Jonas. Sgt. Dawkins, take some men over to our left and fire at the rifle flashes. Make each shot count, this could be our last stand!" Dawkins saluted and signalled for four men to follow him as he jumped from the wagon. It d...