“It’s not young either. His favorite is 2 percent milk, though I’ve suggested he drink skim. You feed him eggs and bacon every morning and he’ll be devoted to you for what’s left of your life.” “Thanks for the encouragement.” I beamed at her. “My pleasure.” Sasha toyed with the silk scarf tied ar...
From her place at the window, she watched him rub down the horse and give it grain, his body nothing more than flashes of white from his shirt and the horse’s white stockings and blaze face glowing in the night. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, surprised and pleased at the swiftne...
In the dim light from the front window, it took my eyes a minute to adjust. I raised my hand to flick on the light switch beside the door. Chill bumps raised along my arms. A fine coating of fingerprint powder covered almost everything. Without Marion’s strident voice to bring life to the store, ...
The animal he’d borrowed in South Fork seemed game for the journey and displayed fine spirit despite the drizzle, raging water, and washed-out roads. At places along the route, Jack had to stop and pick his way over a washout, but the horse never hesitated when Jack dug hi...
His smile beamed warmth, and I wondered at the possibility of all that oozing charm being nothing more than a scam. He had to know the rumors going around about him being a bank robber. Dressed to kill, as always, I could see where the rumor of him having money might have footing. On the other ha...