“You know, there used to be a schoolhouse right on this very spot.” The old man lifted his cane and drove the tip into the…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Category: Fiction
The shadows were growing long, and Abe Willers was tired and even grumpier than when they’d started out. “Say, boy, how much farther we got?”…
The picture frame lay in pieces on the dusty cabin floor. Shards of glass tore through the drawing of Samuel’s mother, gone more than fifty…
The full moon splashed across the open range and glinted in Sheriff Harvey Lutz’s eyes like a bright idea. Lutz was a good man, but…
Clop. Clop. Jack sat up in bed and tried to swallow down the bile of fear that bled out of his nightmares into the morning…
Fog rolled across the bay as the Screaming Hatchet pulled to a stop at the Wyatt Street junction. Jim Preston set the break and swung…
The rough-hewn walls of the jailhouse shook like a scared bunny, and Sheriff Lane McClain leaned back in his chair to listen. Didn’t take him…
“I have a question for your, Charlie.” Darla twirled a ring of hair around her delicate finger and gazed at him with bashful brown eyes…
The old ball diamond looked almost exactly the same as the last time Bill saw it, nearly fifty years earlier. Of course, Melville High School…
“There’ll be time enough for sleep when you’re dead, old man.” Marshall stared at the tired, red eyes looking back at him from the mirror,…