If there was anything good about the drought, it was that you could see a man coming from miles away. Jed Harper had watched the…
Western stories for your wandering heart
If there was anything good about the drought, it was that you could see a man coming from miles away. Jed Harper had watched the…
The trip home from the west had been uneventful and easy, and the late spring nights were as peaceful as any Bradley could remember. Without…
When had he come home? Jarrod couldn’t remember. Couldn’t remember how he got there either. All he knew was that the Sunday morning sun was…