They were the Outcasts, a ragged group of men who made their own way through an unforgiving West. They knew what it was like to be hated, and recognized injustice when they saw it. So when they saw an innocent black wrangler framed for a murder he didn't

The Outcasts had come upon a young boy in danger. After his own blood kin was cruelly murdered, the boy was left an orphan, and the only witness to the cold-blooded crime. The Outcasts knew they had to help the boy find a home, but they didn't know the ki

In early modern culture, eating and reading were entangled acts. Our dead metaphors (swallowed stories, overcooked narratives, digested information) are all that now remains of a rich interplay between text and food, in which every element of dining, from preparation to purgation, had its equivalent in the literary sphere. Following the advice of the poet George Herbert, this essay collection "looks to the mouth", unfolding the charged relationship between ingestion and expression in a wid...

A gang of train robbers caught the Outcasts with their guard down and stole everything they had, and the Outcasts would be damned if they were going to let the thieves get away with that. This was no ordinary band of thieves, but then the Outcasts were no

They were not wanted where they came from. They were not welcome anywhere. They were outcasts, rootless and friendless, until luck or destiny threw them together. Could they make it to Mexico to rescue a band of Apaches who had been captured and sold into