Echoes From the Campfire

The training of the range man will not let him sleep beyond dawn; and his vitality springs freshly up after a few short hours of rest, no matter how much physical punishment has gone before.  This is his birthright, and never does he lose it until he forsakes the queer combination of sweaty drudgery and…

Echoes From the Campfire

A man is able to struggle with his heart and mind only about so long, then there comes a time when all logic collapses and he falls back upon the instincts which are strongest in him.”              –Ernest Haycox (Wipe Out the Brierlys)     “These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you have peace.…

The Saga of Miles Forrest

You don’t look any worse for the wear, Langston,” I said when he finally came up to us.  “You know Mateo, he’s now deputy sheriff.”    He grunted a laugh, “Yeah, and a how-do-you-do to you too, Forrest.”  He nodded at Mateo, “Coming up in the world.  What happened to the deputy marshal job?”    Langston didn’t offer his…

Echoes From the Campfire

The world is a brutal thing.  Full of scoundrels and made up of torment.  There is a curse upon it, made by men.  The race of man is small.  We’re nothing better than ticks scattered in the sage.  Maybe we started clean but now we’re livin’ in filth made by ourselves and we breed upon…