“Slow down, Petey! You’re going to hurt yourself!” They’d been to that park a hundred times, at least, and Abe had never seen the dog…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
Brad swatted at the colony of flies that bombed his head when he rang the doorbell. “Don’t pay any attention to them, and they won’t…
“We don’t like troublemakers around these parts, Jones.” Sheriff Hilton Lipstache leaned against the split-rail fence and glared at the young man in front of…
The bread scratched like sand in Brad’s mouth. He could taste the blood from where the hard crust had cut his gums. He rubbed the…
It started as a slight tug, a little tickle about half an inch down from the corner of Gabe’s mouth. “You hold it right there,…
It was one of those endless summer days that seemed to stretch out into next week, but that somehow still never lasted quite long enough.…
The cold night wind howled like a lone wolf around Brody’s head. He shivered and stretched toward the orange glow of the campfire. He could…
The first rays of dawn winked over the campsite, and Dillon watched a wisp of steam stream against the orange and red sky. Coffee was…
The bag was heavier than it looked … no wonder the old man hadn’t wanted to carry it through the streets! Frank grunted as his…
“What you need is a pretty face to take your mind off all that.” Joe sighed. That was the last thing he needed. And why,…
