All the rest are dead or in prison. Except maybe some lady friends.” In a night too dark to see dirt, Sam Fortune stooped at the waist and tried to catch his breath. The prairie dirt radiated a stifling heat and masked the normal aroma of scattered sage. A lineup of past a...
At the second and third shots, she scurried out to the porch. In the gulch, below the safety of Forest Hill, she could hear horse hooves thunder. Fern was in her arms. Quintin trotted out and clutched her skirt. The June evening air was still mild, but a shock of chill slid down her back. Her han...
“I don’t see them yet,” Veronica whined. Her straw hat tumbled off the back of her light brown hair as she scooted away from the window. She retied the green hat ribbon under her chin. Little Frank tapped the baseball bat against the side of his worn brown boot. “Maybe the...
Two dark sorrel horses leaned into their rigging and pulled the loaded buckboard up the muddy embankment. Brazos Fortune refused to look back. There were no tears in his eyes. That one fact surprised him. &n...