Let’s go home, Miles,” said Molly to me at supper. There were three other boarders sitting at the table with us, but Molly and I were the only couple. They joined me in looking up from our gravy-laden pork chops. “Ma’am,” one man began. He was a short-balding man…
Echoes From the Campfire
He saw the truth and he felt something that he could not name. He would not be a fool, but there was no harm in dreaming. And unquestionably, beyond all doubt, the dream and the romance that had lured him to the wilderness were here, hanging over him like the shadows of the great peaks. …
Coffee Percs
He sipped the coffee gratefully and slowly to make it last.” –Rod Collins (Bitter’s Run) Good mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Good thing the coffee’s good or I might start to grumblin’. Reason? Technology! All my phone photo albums are empty, ugh. Then the photos…
Echoes From the Campfire
I’m sick of being a cook to ungrateful men who never think beyond their bellies!” –Ralph Compton (The Goodnight Trail) “Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so that you will grow in faith,…