“Where have you been, Emma? I’ve been waiting here a long time.” Sam gripped his wife’s hand. “I’m here now, Sam.” Emma gazed into Sam’s…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Author: hughwesley
The floorboards were cold under Caleb’s bare feet. He rubbed the back of one hand across both eyes and set his shotgun against the doorframe.…
Most folks in the Custis family had lived their whole lives in the shadow of the old oak tree. Children swung from its branches, sisters…
“You better hope there’s a phone in this town, Ellen.” Frankie kicked the jack handle, and it skittered underneath the car. Even from a hundred…
It should have been a quiet early Monday morning in Swiftbend. Maddie had made the walk from the hostelry to the diner a thousand times…
“There’s only room for one sheriff in this town,” James Skelton said as he stepped through the doorway and clomped a heavy boot into the…
The barren branches clawed at Temper’s back like an angry bobcat, and the cold November wind stabbed his lungs like knives. But with a gentle…
“Banks are evil.” Pete had only been working at the Idlegate blacksmith’s shop for a day, and he didn’t know much about the business. But…
“So you say you shot Elmer?” Sheriff Phil Marston leaned on the rickety fence surrounding Evie Hunter’s vegetable garden. “Yep.” Evie stood on the other…
I miss you most on nights like this, when the day died early and the trees have spent their autumnal glory. The kind of night…