“I have a question for your, Charlie.” Darla twirled a ring of hair around her delicate finger and gazed at him with bashful brown eyes…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
The old ball diamond looked almost exactly the same as the last time Bill saw it, nearly fifty years earlier. Of course, Melville High School…
“There’ll be time enough for sleep when you’re dead, old man.” Marshall stared at the tired, red eyes looking back at him from the mirror,…
It was a bright May afternoon, the mood light behind the big, clear windows of the passenger car as the train streaked across an open…
“The rain was coming down so hard I couldn’t see past my horse’s nose!” Old Abe Paulson rocked back and forth in his saddle, waving…
It had been a long day, rough and dirty. Clark’s back ached like a rotten tooth, and his feet were so swollen he had to…
“How much longer now, Dad?” Timmy pulled at his father’s hand. Ralph looked at his watch. “Oh, about ten seconds less than the last time…
The midday sun blazed like hot coals against Tate’s skin. He teetered to a stop and slammed into the spikes of a saguaro cactus. They…
The cards never lied. Even though Brenda couldn’t explain it, she knew it worked. So did her customers. And word traveled fast. As the only…
“You can’t shake your roots, boy.” Jack Hampton clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder and leveled a steely gaze at the young man. “And…