The presentment of evil had grown upon him, and he twisted around in the saddle, sweeping the desolate vast level with cold, alert, puzzled eyes.” –Charles A. Seltzer (Drag Harlan) “Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes,…
Echoes From the Campfire
Hard work…was not something to be feared.” –Elmer Kelton (Llano River) “Dear friends, you always followed my instructions when I was with you. And now that I am away, it is even more important. Work hard to show the results of your salvation,…
Echoes From the Campfire
I love to see some of the gnarled old trees; cedars and bristle-cone pines are favorites of mine, for so often they live where it doesn’t seem possible to live. They grow right out of rocks, gnarled and twisted and old . . . but strong, stronger than anything but time, and they are part…
The Saga of Miles Forrest
We were headed to Knaught’s place of business when I spied the spire of a little white church around the corner and down the block. Most ministers, if they’re worth their salt, know the happenings in a town of this size. As we walked toward the church I asked Elfego if he knew where the…