Rolling hills and sprawling plains scrolled outside the window like a dream rushing to finish before the dreamer awakes. In the distance, Max could see…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
The problem with people, as far as Franklin Davis was concerned, was that they weren’t wood. Wood was simple. Wood did what you told it…
“… nine … TEN!” Sheriff Franklin’s voice echoed off the buildings of Grist Falls and the distant walls of Cross Canyon. Billy McCain planted a…
Right away, Roger could tell something wasn’t right. The men around the campfire were too quiet, and none would meet his eyes. They just stared…
It had been a good many years since the Wyatt clan gathered all in one place, and it would have been a good many more…
The trouble in Crooked Hollow started when Bullseye Goodwin rode into town the day after Christmas and took every man in the Sunny Saloon to…
“I suppose you want more, huh?” Roger sat at his kitchen chair and watched the mutt lick every last scrap of meat from his plate.…
“That locomotive come rushin’ at me quick as a snake finds your boot on a cold night.” Hungry McBride held his breath and looked at…
“Press 1 if you’d like to begin your adventure now … ma’am.” The man’s deep but tinny voice sounded like it was traveling across string…
A tiny sparrow circled Scott’s head and spiraled into the crystal blue sky before dwindling to a dark brown star and then twinkling into oblivion.…