Will Jones and the Territory Mail They looked like scarecrows in the saddle, riding out of the plains and into the township of Camooweal. It was the twentieth of December, 1887, and the combination of heat and humidity made the air so thick it could be cut into sections with…

Will Jones and the Territory Mail Will, with Little Blue at his heel, walked past the three drunks, who were now sitting in the dust. The man with the scarred back stared as Will went by. ‘Hey you,’ he called, ‘don’t I know you from somewhere?’ Will gave the man…