Hank Bellows planted himself in front of Garrett Callaway’s four children like a wall of stone, and he did not…
The morning Vernon Blackwell rode onto Iron Ridge Ranch. He wasn’t there to talk. He pulled his horse to a…
Wyoming Territory, >> >> late 1887. The valley was still recovering from the great die-up. The wind did not just…
The first thing anyone in Cedar Hollow noticed about Faye Westbrook was that she never said a word. Not to…
The town hadn’t shown up on any map printed in the last 10 years. And every account the old man…
The train set her down in Rollins on a gray afternoon in November, and the wind off the flats hit…
A wall of black cloud rolled across the Wyoming sky so fast that it seemed to swallow the afternoon whole….
Frost-crusted his beard like river-ice. He had not spoken to a living soul since October. Hadn’t it needed to, just…
The saloon had gone quiet before. Quiet for gunfights. Quiet for funerals. But it had never gone quiet like this….
Katherine Hathstone had made nine of the gowns in the warmsley assembly rooms that Mikkelmus night. Four of them she…