Nash lay in his bedroll, shivering, in dread of leaving the warm blankets. He took a deep breath and plunged into the cold, pulling on his trousers and shirt with shaking hands. He bent over, pulled on his boots, tied a double knot, and stepped out into the false dawn. “Why’d you let me sleep so ...
Either he meant no harm or he had enough vigilantes with him not to worry about one man. Standish slipped from the back door of the barn and into the trees. Shadows were deep still in the pine. Dark enough that he could slip through the trees without being seen. He waited near the path that lead ...
He stood there naked, water dripping from his body, arms raised in prayer. “Father, cleanse me for this battle which is about to ensue. Wash away the filth of earth and mankind, and let me shine with the light of my special purity.” He was breathing deeply and his thoughts turned to Naomi Parkman...
There was no storm to chase summer away, and trees had not yet written their leafy epitaph … but it was fall. Max felt the change, seasons in Montana more sensible to feeling than to calendars. Days were wilting still in summer heat, but mornings came with an edge to them, bumping against him as ...