“Oh, good, it’s you.” Robert’s voice was light, friendly. “I wasn’t sure if I had the right number.” On the other end of the phone,…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
Just setting foot on the property was a risk. After all, Roger hadn’t had a dog since Skip died five years earlier, and he had…
“And that’s Patty Wilson’s house,” Billy said, pointing out the car window. Then, a few seconds later … “And there’s where Steve Bonds lives,” It…
“Joey, time for lunch!” Gertrude called into the backyard to her ten-year-old grandson. “Coming, Grandma,” Joey roared as he rounded the corner of the house…
The crowd roared with laughter. Greg knew they would. He took a deep breath and unleashed the most offensive and nonsensical joke he could muster.…
“What are you doing out here?” Norma was sour. Larry could hear it in her voice. “I’m planting a tree, Mom.” Larry shielded his eyes…
The book wasn’t even there the first time Diana saw the apartment. She’d swear to it. But then, as she was brushing her teeth that…
“Can we keep ’em, Pa?” Hank had known the question was coming the moment he saw the two mongrels galloping across the prairie, tongues hanging…
Philip looked up from the invoice he was writing and sat still. Two seconds passed … three. The phone rang. He smiled. He always knew…
“So, you think he’s a …” “Keep your voice down, Cal!” Toby warned in a raspy whisper. “Besides, we don’t have any proof.” Boots scuffled…