“There’ll be time enough for sleep when you’re dead, old man.” Marshall stared at the tired, red eyes looking back at him from the mirror,…
Western stories for your wandering heart
“There’ll be time enough for sleep when you’re dead, old man.” Marshall stared at the tired, red eyes looking back at him from the mirror,…
It was a bright May afternoon, the mood light behind the big, clear windows of the passenger car as the train streaked across an open…
“The rain was coming down so hard I couldn’t see past my horse’s nose!” Old Abe Paulson rocked back and forth in his saddle, waving…
It had been a long day, rough and dirty. Clark’s back ached like a rotten tooth, and his feet were so swollen he had to…
“How much longer now, Dad?” Timmy pulled at his father’s hand. Ralph looked at his watch. “Oh, about ten seconds less than the last time…
The midday sun blazed like hot coals against Tate’s skin. He teetered to a stop and slammed into the spikes of a saguaro cactus. They…
The cards never lied. Even though Brenda couldn’t explain it, she knew it worked. So did her customers. And word traveled fast. As the only…
“You can’t shake your roots, boy.” Jack Hampton clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder and leveled a steely gaze at the young man. “And…
“Tommy, where are you?” Heavy footsteps sounded downstairs, and Tommy looked at the clock — it was nearly five-thirty, and his daddy had told him…
Mom was right all along. She had been telling Davey for years not to cut through the woods on his way home from school. “It’s…