Some stories arrive quietly.

Bourbon & Rust did not.

It came carrying dust on its boots, old grudges in its pockets, and the particular kind of trouble that tends to find men who have already survived more than enough.

As The Narrative Forge begins settling into its role as the home for MKU’s continuing fiction, I’ll occasionally bring a story back across the bridge to Memoirs of Madness—not simply as a reblog, but as an invitation.

If you haven’t wandered over to the Forge yet, consider this an open door.

Meet Sheriff Silas Kincaid.

Welcome to Bourbon & Rust.

And remember: around here, rust usually means something has been left unattended far too long.

Bourbon and Rust