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Special Weird Western issue, celebrating the release of our new theme anthology Ceaseless West: Weird Western Stories from Beneath Ceaseless Skies.

Splitskin

My love reveled in winter's sunbroken days, when the light spills to the fresh-fallen snow to stab a person in the eyes. Gugán flit from path to stone, a trickster comfortable with his Raven heritage. I, as Eagle, startled at every shift of snow, caught always unawares in the bright sun as he pelted me with clumps of melting cold.

Gugán was always my khaa yahaayí, my soul bound into the flesh of another while yet part of my own.
Swallowing Silver

John Halpern knew it should be a heavy weight on his conscience, to wake up and know that he was going to kill a thing that used to be a man. Whether it was or wasn't was a topic of much internal contemplation for him as he walked up the long path to his brother-in-law's house to ask for help. The fact that his brother-in-law was himself a devil-man did not escape him.

John Halpern knew it should be a heavy weight on his conscience, to wake up and know that he was going to kill a thing that used to be a man.
The Snake-Oil Salesman and the Prophet’s Head

Leaving Leo alone, with his brother's head. Leo stepped closer to the jar. Cary's white-blond hair floated up from his skull, the tips waving slightly. It looked like strands of spiderweb, or exposed nerves. "You still telling people things they don't want to hear?" He tapped on the glass. As if he might rouse it to speech.

They'd preserved his brother's head in grain alcohol and floated it in a dirty glass jar.
Audio Fiction Podcast:
Swallowing Silver

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John Halpern knew it should be a heavy weight on his conscience, to wake up and know that he was going to kill a thing that used to be a man.
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Mister Hadj’s Sunset Ride

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From the Archives:
The Angel Azrael Delivers Small Mercies
The angel Azrael surveyed the remains of the town. The place was as dead as the horse he sat on.