G.H. Otis

The ship was a seam-splitting, creaking, leaking, stinking barge.It would get by.The captain was a fat, foul-mouthed, drunken bum.He’d do.The crew was cutthroat, cunning, and crooked.It did its work.And the one female passenger was young, lovely, and willing. But she was a lighted torch to the in...

Savagery prowls the back alleys of New Orleans while a gunpunk tries to pull the deal of his life.