Welcome to Saddle Worn Gazette
A place for dedicated fans of Doctor John Henry 'Doc' Holliday. Saddle Worn Gazette is a platform where you can immerse yourself in the world of Doc Holliday, share your passion for the Wild West, and connect with like-minded enthusiasts. Our team is dedicated to providing you with engaging content, stories, and insights that celebrate the legacy of Doc Holliday. Join us in exploring the history, myths, and the enduring spirit of the Wild West. Saddle Worn Gazette - where the legend lives on.
About Me
My name is Shadow Oath Valdez
I’ve been a huge John Henry Holliday fan since 2011 when I first discovered him through Mary Doria Russell’s amazing book "Doc"! Since then, I’ve been on an exciting journey to create my own story that weaves together fact and fiction, all in honor of the incredible John Henry Holliday!
I have a spirit that exceeds my vessel and flows beyond mesaure. I share with you my socials as I have nothing to hide. I want to be seen in all my endevours. Please don't hesitate to reach out I am always available to chat.
"No Matter How Hard Things Get, They Always Seems to Get Better with Time"
Homesick
"The Path Home is Overgrown"
Excerpt One
Henry Burroughs drove the roundabout to Fayetteville on a cool February morning while Alice Jane cradled their son wrapped in a blanket. She sung softly to him as he tried to grab her hair. Her smile made him laugh. HIs face pink from the cool breeze, his bright blue eyes wide as he watched his mother. Henry kept his gaze ahead but felt at ease from his wife's lullaby.
Excerpt Two
McCarty sat at he desk in the corner of the room. He was writing notes on a small piece of paper. The candle next to him was the only source of light in the room. The moon was behind the clouds and Doc slept in the darkness cast by the shadows. He stirred feverishly groaning slightly.
McCarty stood up and went over to the sick man. He laid his cool hand across his forehead. "Feverish," he mumbled into the darkness as he pulled his hand away. He went and dipped a rag in the basin of cool water he'd had Wyatt order. Doc stirred awake as the damp coolness assaulted his face.
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