Author: hughwesley

The picture had been pressed between the pages of their wedding album. Sam didn’t remember it at all, but then he barely remembered any of…

“Grandpa, can you help me?” Gabby’s voice was small and hesitant. Pete knew it was coming, thought it would have been earlier. He closed his…

A heavy boot clopped on the wooden floor and scraped across the dust and grime. The saloon grew tense like a hound who just caught…

When Tommy was a little boy, dinner was a struggle most nights, but especially when his mother served her chicken casserole. He would sit at…

“What’s the matter, Colton?” Frank looked over his newspaper. “You’ve been moping around the house all morning.” The boy tossed himself on the couch next…

“Are you, um, Mrs. Albert Simpson?” The pudgy young soldier on her doorstep looked down at Henrietta’s feet. He held his hat in front of…

They were still half a mile out when scraps of their shredded life began to appear on the wind-torn landscape. A sock grabbed up by…

“You’ll take that one to your grave, Jeffy.” Grandpa Mike patted the little boy’s leg just above the gash. “Don’t worry, Bud — we’ll get…

Seventy-five dollars was a hell of a lot of money to pour into a hope. It was everything Cade had saved up in the six…

Winter held strong to the Indiana farm country, as if Spring refused to arrive as long as Belle lay wasting in the hospital. And then,…