In this issue… Young and Holt and John Barnes as well as a number of other passengers find themselves about to run from a whole town full of Beelzebugs and Ashmen. It’s time to catch a train, and this is one ride, none of them want to miss.
Well, we’d best run along with this posse and see where they’re at…
Trust. It’s hard to find these days. And the path to find someone you can trust is like looking for a piece of hay in a needle stack. You might find it, but it’s gonna hurt along the way. The good doctor, Miles Pike doesn’t know who he can trust in Capone’s Outfit. Irving Holt trusts he just got the photo of a lifetime of the Alley Cat Killer. Bam Bam is trying to learn how to trust anyone outside his own two fists. And Grace Gunn? Well, she’s landed a case. A case that you can trust is going to take her someplace she may not want to go. And yet, when it comes to the cold streets of Chicago, these four are going to have to learn to trust each other before they get burned.
I’m your narrator, Ernest Wick, intrepid reporter for the Tombstone Epitaph.
In this issue… Young and Holt and John Barnes find themselves in a bit of a dust up in the saloon of a small town in the middle of the night somewhere along the tracks on their way to Denver. This would be acceptable under normal circumstances, but the three are currently dusting it up with townsfolk with ash for skin and a strange orange red goo for innards.
did I mention the beelzebugs they’re also tangling with?
Well, the lead and flames are flying, so we’d best see where they’re at…
Everybody loves making the easy choices. Cake or a dirt sandwich. A night at the Ritz or a week at Chateau de Hooverville. But when it comes to the tough choices, that’s where the butter really meets the bread. And for Tommy Bam Bam Prue, Miles Pike and Irving Holt, they gotta make a tough choice and maybe face a nasty truth about themselves.
In this issue… Young and Holt and John Barnes find themselves in the midst of a bit of strangeness while investigating a strange glow in a small town. They’ve come upon an individual who appears burnt to a crisp, yet his eyes just flicked open. I’m sure everything will be just fine. Just like I’m sure the Crowe Boys behave themselves, and the Rogue Valley is a safe place and the Barrow siblings are sleeping peacefully on the trail.
Well, things are heating up, so we’d best see where they’re at…
Time we round out this crew. Next up is Miles Pike. He’s a cat who makes it his business to cure your ills, but don’t pay any attention to his vices. This back alley doc spends part of his free time playing sax pick up gigs in dance halls and speakeasys and the rest of his free time replacing the “a” with an “e” in “sax” when it come to playing with the ladies in those clubs.
And if that doesn’t draw enough heat, he’s smack dab in the middle of the three-sided war brewing in Capone’s outfit. If that doesn’t say ‘Physician Heal Thyself’ nothing does.
In this issue… in the middle of the night, the train to Denver Young & Holt found themselves on, had stopped just outside a small town. Something was amiss and our heroes, along with a Mister John Barnes were sent to investigate. Nobody was found at the train station, except for a pair of boots in the ticket office, that Joshua was about to go and kick.
Well, there’s a few burning questions that need answers, so we’d best see where they’re at…
Every crew needs their bruiser, and with these four, that’d be Tommy “Bam Bam” Prue. Some might want to call him Bam Bam because of his time in the boxing ring. It usually was the last thing the poor schmucks facing him ever heard. But sometimes I wonder if he got the Bam Bam name from what Grace did to him a while back.
spent some time in the Big House for trying to take care of her, but
now he’s out and looking for a rematch with life. Why he’s
hanging out with the woman he tried to kill. Well, that’s a story
for another time.
I told you I’d be back, and you’re soon gonna learn, I don’t lie. Name’s E.I. Wick and it’s time to keep this story moving. Even in these hard times, some folks don’t like the taste of the silver spoon in their mouth and need to make it on their own. The dame you’re about to meet does all that and more. Her name’s Grace Gunn. And like it suggests, she’s the Private Jane with the looks and the tools to make your heart stop. And of all the hard baked cases that have come through her door, this one might just take the cake, the filling and the frosting.
And Grace Gunn is likely going to need her first and last names, if she wants to come out clean on when this is all over.