Philip looked up from the invoice he was writing and sat still. Two seconds passed … three. The phone rang. He smiled. He always knew…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Philip looked up from the invoice he was writing and sat still. Two seconds passed … three. The phone rang. He smiled. He always knew…
“So, you think he’s a …” “Keep your voice down, Cal!” Toby warned in a raspy whisper. “Besides, we don’t have any proof.” Boots scuffled…
A vicious gust whipped through the lobby, a column of rain gushing in close behind. A diminutive and soaking wet woman struggled to close the…
It had been three years since Fred saw his old friend. It was a chance encounter one Saturday morning in winter, both men working to…
The phone was shrill in the dark morning silence of the house. Audrey looked up from her book, worried. She kept the house phone because…
“You’ve seen it, Sam. You know what I’m looking for.” Peter was nervous, and sick to his stomach. It was those nerves that had landed…
The clock wasn’t moving very fast. Eric didn’t know what time their afternoon bathroom break was scheduled to be, but he knew it wasn’t soon…
“Is Ethel going to be alright?” Teddy gaped at his father with huge, watery eyes. Standing there like that, arms flailing by his sides, pale…
The thick August air gusted through the old farmhouse like a fire blast from Hell. There was no need for air conditioning, the old folks…
“It’s time, Parsons.” Deputy Shel Stanton held a lantern to his face and peered into the dark cell. Teddy Parsons sat on the straw cot,…