Echoes From the Campfire

This desert solitude was the storehouse of unlived years, the hush of the world at the hour of its creation.  It was solemn, grand, incorruptible.  It did something to one, something inexplicable; it drew one’s narrow soul from out oneself, and poured in something big, so big it was almost too great to bear.”              –Zane Grey…

The Saga of Miles Forrest

I had been riding hard for twenty minutes; I had to slow down or the horse wouldn’t be any good.  It seems like the outlaw didn’t drop Molly off at the edge of town.  I knew this road well, and these men were smart for it was a well-traveled road and their tracks were mix…

Echoes From the Campfire

The first article of the creed of the frontier is to be game.  Good or bad, the last test of a man is the way he takes his medicine.”              –William MacLeod Raine  (Crooked Trails and Straight)     “There are thorns and snares on the path of the crooked; the one who guards himself stays far from them.”…

Coffee Percs

Fresh eggs and coffee sat on the dining room table along with butter, cheese and fresh onions picked from the garden plus peppers and herbs filled a bowl sitting in the middle of the table.”              –J.S. Stroud  (The Old Rider) Yur just in time.  Coffee’s just finished boilin’, an’ if’n yuh sit yurself down I’ll pour…