He closed his eyes and tried to shut out his thoughts. It would be better just to listen to the rain falling, to smell the pines and the wood smoke. They couldn’t take that from him—the memory of countless lonely fires built in countless lonely places, a memory that leaves a man with a taste…
Coffee Percs
She took the large pot filled with coffee and went around the table pouring our cups full. It was hot, and deep black.” –D. C. Adkisson (Winter of the Wolves) What do you mean, what am I doin’? What’s it look like? …
Echoes From the Campfire
There’s nothin’ else you can do, ‘cept stand yer ground and do what’s right.” –Michael D. Abbott (Colorado Wind) “But take heed to yourselves, lest your hearts be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness, and cares of this life, and that…
Echoes From the Campfire
Every time you turn around anymore you run into a new fence. Seems like somebody is bound and determined to turn this whole world into one big barbed-wire jail.” –Elmer Kelton (The Good Old Boys) “Woe to him who builds…