Soft autumn nights were the cruelest of all, and their whispering breath stung after all the years. Mary hugged herself tight and swayed to a…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Soft autumn nights were the cruelest of all, and their whispering breath stung after all the years. Mary hugged herself tight and swayed to a…
It was the old man’s eyes that made Frederick nervous. They were tired, fixed, cloudy … blind. Yet they riveted to Frederick from the other…