The flashes of lightning lit up the trail and the cliffs above us brighter than the brightest day. An instant later, a cacophony of thunder clapped all around us, frightening the mules, shaking the ground and reverberating through the trees. Each strike left a man feeling fragile, helpless, as if he lay upon the anvil…

Time had drawn a softening veil over things that had passed.”                         –James Oliver Curwood  (In Honor of the Big Snows)        “I will search with lanterns in Jerusalem’s darkest corners to punish those who sit complacent in their sins. They think the…

Ain’t it something what the promise of peach cobbler will do to a man’s thinking?”                          –Nathan Wright  (The Trail)        “As for man, his days are like grass; as the flowers of the field, so he flourishes.  For the wind passes…