He pushed his way to the end of the car where a blackened gallon coffeepot sat simmering on the stove. He got a cup and poured himself a jot of this stiff drink—strong enough to float a track bold—and drank it…” –Ernest Haycox (Trouble Shooter)…
Echoes From the Campfire
I didn’t need to worry about right an’ wrong as long as I continued to worry about right and wrong.” –James D. Best (Leadville) “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is…
Echoes From the Campfire
In its own cruel way, there is nothing that is finally more brutally depressing than a forever hostile sky flooding down constant, battering waves of chilling raindrops that go on and on without end.” –Clair Huffaker (The Cowboy and the Cossack) “I would…
Echoes From the Campfire
The evil, the terrible greed, the brutal lust, were in the hearts of the men. And hate, liberated, rampant, stalked out unconcealed, ready for blood.” –Zane Grey (The Border Legion) “For again I say, when righteous people turn away from their righteous behavior…