“Whatcha doing, Mommy?” It was a dark October night, and cold rain pelted the bedroom window. Lisa stood in the doorway, head cocked sideways. Nancy…
Western stories for your wandering heart
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“Are you just going to stand there in the corner?” Sybil was hot, and it didn’t help that Levi wouldn’t even acknowledge her. She stopped…
Anna plopped a ladle of day-old stew in the bowl and stomped across the room. She sat down heavily and stared back toward the fire.…
“Hush, Bela!” James was really getting annoyed. In the last hour, he had fed the dog — twice! — taken her outside to do her…
It was the last game of the summer, and fall was nipping in the air, even there in the Florida panhandle. Henry dreaded the last…
It had been nearly a year since Vince moved to Pleasantville, and the place was living up to its name. Small, quiet … no troubles.…
“By clicking ‘Continue’ below, you agree to use the ‘Go Then’ app as intended, including but not limited to NEVER entering a date more than…
George could hear the sniffling as soon as he came through the front door. It was early October, prime territory for fall allergies. But this…
The first snow of the season was falling hard outside the window. Had been falling for hours, and it showed no signs of letting up.…
“So you’re going to take orders from the town drunk now?” Ted Pullman smirked in the glow of the backroom television. Frank Stevens adjusted the…
