Black Bart Reborn

Black Bart disappeared. At least he meant to, after leaving prison. He wasn’t counting on the man who put him there, Detective Hume. Nor on his old enemy Sutliffe, from Montana days. And there was Magdalena, who insisted on coming along, just because she loved him.

Black Bart really did disappear, that’s history. He only did time for robbing one stage coach out of the twenty-eight to his credit. He’d had enough of prison and decided to go straight, but there was one more thing he had to do. This story is a fantasy about where he might have gone and what he might have done. There’s a thin line between fiction and history. Read the tale for yourself, you decide.