It was the kind of winter that could break a man’s soul. The kind that just wouldn’t let go. Blake feared it would break the…
Western stories for your wandering heart
It was the kind of winter that could break a man’s soul. The kind that just wouldn’t let go. Blake feared it would break the…
“Say, mister, you sure do look familiar.” The teenager set a fresh cup of coffee on the counter. He made Nick nervous. “That so?” the…
Paul Layton trained his rifle on the horizon, same as he had been doing since dawn. Nothing much had moved all through the long Kansas…
The shack quaked under the weight of heavy, urgent footsteps. Parker Stanton barely had time to look up from his ledger before a hulking figure…
The newcomer was getting hot under the collar. Slade could see it in the man’s eyes — darting up and down, back and forth, studying…
The last of Grandma Jane’s bread sat there on the checkered cloth like a lonely boulder in the middle of a stream. Maybe Greg would…
It had been old and dirty for as long as Kate could remember. A ragamuffin intruder in her polished, planned, manicured world. And she had…
“The way I figure it, we oughta clear Layton’s Pass by midday tomorrow and then be ready to head down into Harkersville by sundown.” Jacob…
“Do you even know the kind of trouble you’ve caused me?” Jack was beside himself. He never thought, at his age, he’d have to deal…
“You gonna join us, son?” Devon Blake’s voice bellowed over the bustle of the Saturday night crowd in Pete Weston’s saloon. It was enough to…