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Slow Justice

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Slow Justice
by Ellie Dauber

"Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?" The jury foreman rose. He
was an older man in a plaid work shirt and jeans. He looked nervously
about the court room, his eyes never resting on Jenny or her parents
sitting nervously behind the District Attorney's desk.

Jenny Benton was a slender seventeen year old, her blonde hair done in a
pony tail that hung down well below her shoulders. She wore a pale blue
blouse with matching skirt and belt, light blue sneakers with matching
socks, rather than hose and heels. The outfit was intended to make her

Last Full Measure

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Last Full Measure
By Ellie Dauber  © 2010

This is another story of Jakov Pauli, an assassin who specializes in identity death.

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For the third time, Mike Ryan stared up from his booth at the clock on the wall of the diner. “14:33 hours,” he mumbled under his breath. “He’s late.”

“In point of fact,” a voice said, “that clock is five minutes fast. I am early.”

Mike spun around. A tall, slender man — about 40, Mike guessed — stood looking down at him. “Are you Pauli?” Mike asked.

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter; Part 3, March

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson

Part 3 -- March

Sunday, March 3, 1872

Trisha pulled her nightgown off over her head and tossed it onto the bed before quickly stepping into her drawers. Church services began in about 90 minutes, and she wanted to get there early, to bask in the praise for the dance the night before. As she reached for her camisole, she looked over to see how Kaitlin was doing.

"Trisha," Kaitlin said loudly, pointing, "what the devil is that on your chest?"

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter; Part 2, February

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson

Part 2 -- February

Sunday, February 4, 1872

Theo, Elizabeth, Laura, and Arsenio moved into one of the empty rows of chairs set up in the school for the Sunday worship service. They picked up the hymnals that were placed on two of the seats and sat down.

Elizabeth tugged on Laura's sleeve. "Who is that young woman up there in front," she whispered, pointing to the group seated on either side of the altar, "and what is she doing sitting there with -- those _are_ your church elders, aren't they?"

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter; Part 1 (January)

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Christopher Leeson (c) 2010

Part 1 -- January

Monday, January 1, 1872

"Happy New Year, Mama," Ernesto and Lupe yelled, running into the room.

Maggie sat up with a start. "Not-not so loud, Ernesto." She tried to
shake her head, but stopped. The way her head hurt, she was afraid that
she'd shake something loose inside -- or maybe she already had.
"Please." She closed her eyes tightly against the brightness of the
morning.

"We are sorry, Mama," Lupe said in a whisper. "Are you sick like Uncle
Whit?"

A Story Song of the Berdache

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A Story Song of the Berdache

By Ellie Dauber
Copyright © 2003 Ellie Dauber

I am Lito.

I am a berdache, man-woman shaman of the Sioux. I walk by night along the roadside in answer to a crow-summons from my clan chief. I am wanted at the clan home on the Black Mountains Reservation to the west. This is a tale from my journey.

Tales of the Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change

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Eerie Saloon:
Seasons of Change - Autumn
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson (c)2005

Tales of the Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Autumn (Part 3: December)

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The adventures of the ladies of the Eerie Saloon continue. Jessie tries something new, Trisha fights for her rightful place, and Maggie discovers a rival for Ramon's affections.

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change - Autumn
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson (c)2005
Part 3 - December

Sunday, December 3, 1871

Trisha stopped a few feet from the entrance to the schoolhouse. The building was filling with people come for Sunday worship.

"What's the matter, dear?" Kaitlin asked.

Tales of the Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Autumn (Part 2: November)

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Teaser: The adventures of the ladies of the Eerie Saloon continue. A mystery is revealed. Laura tries to adjust to her new condition. And two more transformations occur.

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change - Autumn
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson (c)2005
Part 2 - November

Sunday, November 5, 1871

Milt Quinlan walked directly to the bar. "Good afternoon, Shamus. Do you mind if I talk to Jane for a few minutes?"

"I don't see why not," Shamus said. "We isn't exactly swamped with customers right now. Sit yuirself down someplace, and I'll be sending her over to ye."

Tales of the Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Autumn (Part 1: October)

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Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change - Autumn
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson (c)2005
Part 1 - October

Saturday, September 30, 1871

"You made it, Jessie," Paul said, walking over. "I told you it'd --"

Altered Fates: The Wife

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This is the sequel to "Altered Fates: The Husband". Julio, the gardener, has become the new Edward Lassiter, attentive and virile, while the original Edward is now a submissive maid. Corinne Lassiter thought that she had the perfect life. But the new Edward -- and the Medallion of Zulo -- had other ideas.

Altered Fates: The Husband

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Corinne Lassiter promised her husband, Ed, sex like he'd never experienced it before. She kept her promise but not at all in the way Ed expected.

Bikini Beach: Invasion From Space

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The mighty Eyshvac, conquorers of 40 star systems, stand poised to attack the Earth. All that stands between them and certain victory is a certain water park. The Eyshvak don't have a chance.

The Tale of the Rebel Chieftain

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The Tale of The Rebel Chieftain
By Ellie Dauber (c)) 1999

Hear, o most noble friend, of the tale of the Jafar, the rebel chieftain, and of the wisdom of the Sultan, Amahl, who ended that rebellion in a manner strange and magical; pleasantly and with but the littlest shedding of blood.

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