The Assassination of William Walsh by the Outlaw Robert Palins

CREDIT: Linnaea Mallette (publicdomainpictures.net)

There was no God in Price’s Landing. There was the saloon, where even the liquor bottles had nothing left to give. There was the schoolhouse, long since abandoned by the schoolmarms and bright-eyed children, sometimes used on Sundays for worship service when the weather was bad and flooded the church. Horses grazed outside the small cemetery, the only place in Price’s Landing where…