Leading the feisty mare and, looking neither left nor right, she strode past her oxen, giving Caleb a slight nod. “Better close your mouth, Caleb. It’ll catch flies,” Callie said curtly. Like a spring door, Caleb’s mouth snapped shut. “Uh,” he falte...
Walking Tall.” The barely audible voice wavered, and the eyes that peered up at the man were full of apprehension. Buster, his expression stoic, said, “Hello, wicasa tankala, little big man.” Then he asked the question no one else had taken the time to ask. “What is your n...