Today was a Sunday, and in Indiana it was the first day after Daylight Savings Time ended for the year. That means we “fell back”…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Author: hughwesley
If only I could devote all day to writing, I’d have novels dripping off my bookshelf by now! If you’re a writer, I’m sure thoughts…
Today is November 1, which makes it Day 1 of NaNoWriMo 2019. In this inaugural leg of what should be a grand voyage, I got…
In case you haven’t heard, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. It’s that magical time of year when writers around the world huddle…
Riley Carpenter felt like hell, and he hadn’t seen the sun in nearly a week. He’d been on a bender since Sunday night, when he…
The Owl Shadow Saloon cast an inviting yellow glow into the cold winter night, its grease paper windows flickering with lantern light and the silhouettes…
One thing about the children of Pumpkin, Oklahoma, was for sure — they were creative. Maybe it was bred into them … after all, Pumpkin…
Eight battered and dusty Stetsons nodded in the orange glow of an autumn campfire. Bellies rumbled and eyelids drooped, but all the men were focused…
The weight of Matthew’s dead body made the wagon pitch from side to side as it bounced like a sack of feed against the hard…
“No matter how long I’m gone, boy, don’t try to find me.” Dan Preston patted his son on the head and disappeared into the dark.…