Flakes of iron swirled towards Ruth’s scaly lips as she sipped the last of the ice melt. The water had always been hard in that…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Author: hughwesley
The only thing I know about the road ahead is that I’ll walk it with you. And if it all gets too hard, I’ll carry…
The dog’s tongue lapped hot and wet against Ned’s cheeks. A salty mixture of slobbers and tears tumbled over the boy’s lips as he slid…
You pressed these creases into my face, with loving fingers and easy smiles that coax curled lips and crinkled eyes to giggle through the world…
It’s not so much that I gave you a chance to live– It’s more that you gave me A chance to love.
“One wrong step out here, and we’ll be deader’n a rollin’ tumbleweed.” The whispered words were harsh and jagged, cutting through the chilly desert night…
You and I will never again fit together the way we do tonight, Your head in the crook of my arm, my shadow scratching against…
The old folks used to say that if crows lined up on a rooftop, someone underneath those eaves wasn’t long for this world. Grandpa Tompkins…
The cedar planks that covered the old barn were weathered and warped but still solid enough you couldn’t see through them. Just in case, Tom…
It had been a lifetime since Stanley first lifted Elsa into a stagecoach, but his bride was even lighter in his arms now than she…