“I know you like the back of my hand.” It had been Bart’s favorite saying, his way of letting Pete know who was boss. He…
Western stories for your wandering heart
“I know you like the back of my hand.” It had been Bart’s favorite saying, his way of letting Pete know who was boss. He…
It had been a cold and rainy day the last time Steve set foot on the Lincoln High School baseball diamond. He was the star…
It was a good piece of land, a mix of pasture and woods. It was a place they could set down roots. “Where’s the house?”…
The breakdown was coming. Phil could feel it in his bones. It was inevitable, really. He was old, much too old to be working the…