“What are you looking at?” Brad dropped his pencil and squinted across the dark lab to the bank of dimly lit cages. Maybe he wasn’t…
Western stories for your wandering heart
“What are you looking at?” Brad dropped his pencil and squinted across the dark lab to the bank of dimly lit cages. Maybe he wasn’t…
“That’s a good way to get yourself hit, mister.” It was a man’s voice. Tall headlights swallowed his face. “I’m sorry,” Craig said, moving around…
Only twenty yards in, and already fatigue burned like hellfire through every muscle in Rob’s body. The water was colder than he thought it would…
“He would only show up on nights like this, when the weather turns cold and the fire burns low.” Fred Larson shot a look a…
Becky had turned off the highway on a whim, not sure where the country road would take her. It had been more than twenty years…
“I can’t see anything wrong,” Jenny said as she climbed the last step up from the dark basement. “I traced the line all the way…
Nellie Figgenbottom didn’t believe in ghosts. They were nonsense, figments of weak minds. They were for the hopeless who wanted desperately to believe there was…
The night woods were just as Ted had imagined they would be — dark, thick with fog, teeming with the exotic sounds of nocturnal creatures.…
“It hasn’t rained in a week, Thomas.” Molly touched her husband’s elbow and lay her head on his shoulder. “It’s our best chance.” Thomas gazed…
“I’ll call you when I get there, Mom.” Betty placed the framed photo back on the shelf and rubbed the back of a hand across…