His boots still bore mud and smudged blades of grass from the nearly dry creek crossing. The dark blue wool jacket lay nestled, coiled, under his neck. He’d raised his stern face in silent supplication, one hand shielding his eyes, the other gripping his glasses. Sun, they’d prayed fo...
A snow burst had glazed the road enough to make for a not-so-fun white knuckle drive. Plus, it was the first long trip for the two colts in the trailer. They’d been good, riding quietly, until the tight ess-curves and steep gradients challenged their balance and sense of humor. By the time Josh r...
He hated the name with a vengeance. For years, it had been just “the mule” or whatever expletive suited the occasion, but now he was supposed to address the beast as if it deserved dignity instead of a two-by-four upside his ornery skull. “The horn.” Michael was moving bey...