I miss you most on nights like this, when the day died early and the trees have spent their autumnal glory. The kind of night…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Month: October 2018
“Things never turn out quite like you plan, but that doesn’t mean they’re all bad, either.” Wyatt Jameson took a sip of tea and rubbed…
For most of the year, folks in Slippery Flats didn’t even notice Fog Hair Mountain standing there at the edge of town. In the spring…
It was always the tie that gave him fits. Not that Martin enjoyed getting gussied up, but it was easy enough to climb into his…
“Get on outta here, you mangy mutt.” Harley Woods crouched in the darkness, staring into Clement’s deep brown eyes. The dog stood in the doorway…
It was a ritual best performed outdoors, and early in the morning. A man could clear his head in the cool air, let the new…
Teddy Bear was waiting for Amelia on the hall table outside her bedroom. She knew he would be. She knew he would be because she…
“So you thought you could double-cross your own brother and get away with it!” It was a voice Sam Laramie hadn’t heard in more than…
It was just an old piece of faded lace, blowing across the Arizona desert like an orphaned tumbleweed. It was nothing, but it was everything,…
“You can’t never outrun The Past, son. It’ll hunt you down like a dog ’til the day you die.” Those had been the final words…