“If you don’t finish this book by the end of the semester, you’re going to regret it.” Mrs. Callison’s words had been cold and measured.…
Western stories for your wandering heart
“If you don’t finish this book by the end of the semester, you’re going to regret it.” Mrs. Callison’s words had been cold and measured.…
The restaurant felt different as soon as Kayla walked in. It didn’t take long to figure out why. A young, handsome server brought a pitcher…
It was amazing the sort of panic a simple box top could set off in Betty’s chest. But with Ed six years into retirement and…
The birds were chirping on Saturday morning, and Thelma took that as a sign. It was the first time she’d heard their song since she…
It was a dewy Sunday morning early in summer, and George had to wipe down the park bench with a towel just to sit down.…
“Whats’ done is done, Patrick.” Vernon Rivers leaned forward on his cane to look his grandson in the eye. The old chair creaked under his…
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t see a reservation for tonight in your name.” The young man looked up from his paper ledger and shook his…
The loose gravel dug through the soles of Doug’s worn boots like years tearing through his broken body. All of it was shot, and there…
“It’s time to rest, dear.” Greta touched her husband’s sleeve and curled her cheek around the side of his shoulder. She followed his gaze through…
The canyon was still and black beyond the camp. Only the light chatter of the few men still sitting around the fire broke the steely…