It should have been a quiet early Monday morning in Swiftbend. Maddie had made the walk from the hostelry to the diner a thousand times…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Month: November 2018
“There’s only room for one sheriff in this town,” James Skelton said as he stepped through the doorway and clomped a heavy boot into the…
The barren branches clawed at Temper’s back like an angry bobcat, and the cold November wind stabbed his lungs like knives. But with a gentle…
“Banks are evil.” Pete had only been working at the Idlegate blacksmith’s shop for a day, and he didn’t know much about the business. But…
“So you say you shot Elmer?” Sheriff Phil Marston leaned on the rickety fence surrounding Evie Hunter’s vegetable garden. “Yep.” Evie stood on the other…