Dot Wilson caught the toe of her shoe on a rock just as she was about to climb into the family wagon. Her shoulder bag…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
Every night at half-past 11, old Hoss Jacobs drained the last drop from his canteen, gazed out at the open range in front of Grayback…
Graverobbers were the lowest of the low, a scourge on God’s green earth. And now look what they had wrought! Deputy Randall Kroft shook his…
The whole of Bart’s life had been spent preparing for this moment. As the dust swirled around his boots and spat in his eyes, his…
Dummy Malloy was a legend all across the Utah Territory, even though no one could remember ever talking to the man. Hell, it was doubtful…
