What is that? >> A letter from the Queen’s household. >> About what? >> The announcement came between the third…
The dust of the Wyoming Trail tastes like broken promises. You travel a thousand miles on a bone rattling train,…
The train whistle cut through the afternoon like a blade, sharp, final, the kind of sound that marks endings. Wednesday,…
She stepped off the stage coach trembling, a substitute bride meant to endure a stranger’s wrath. Her sister had refused…
Eleanor Whitfield slammed her late husband’s debts onto the bank manager’s desk and told him she would not be selling…
The light blue prairie dress was the only thing of value her father had left her. He had bought it…
The wind howling through the Bitterroot Mountains screamed of an early brutal winter, and widow Margaret Callahan had exactly one…
She stood on his porch, shivering in a dress too thin for the mountaineer, carrying nothing but a worn carpet…
The mud in Bitter Creek was half frozen, and so was Julia. She stood on the splintered train platform, clutching…
Seven fragile women went up the mountain. Seven came down weeping. Gideon didn’t want a porcelain doll to freeze in…