“Why can’t we eat yet, Mama?” Danny Gates rubbed a sleepy eye and looked up at his mother. “I told you, Danny — I invited…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Category: Flash Fiction
You don’t forget the eyes of the man who killed your daddy. Jacob never would. And now those eyes were watching him over a bale…
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.…
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Frank motioned toward the table in front of him, loaded with steak and potatoes, bread, vegetables, even fresh fruit. Caleb…
The orange flicker of the firelight turned Bobby’s round face into a twin of the harvest moon peeking over his left shoulder. Ralph almost felt…