He would admit, when he looked into a mirror, that his hair and his whiskers showed about as much gray as brown, but that was a sign of maturity and reliability.” –Elmer Kelton (The Smiling Country) “So Christ was offered once to…
Echoes From the Campfire
You may have a document that says you own the land you’re living on, but the land don’t know that, nor does the wind, rain, sun, or snow know that you’ve got a piece of paper.” –Lou Bradshaw (Blue Norther) “So the last will…
The Saga of Miles Forrest
Marta was standing outside the back of the diner, head bowed with her chin in one hand. “Marta,” “Molly, not now,” she snapped, lifting her head but gazing straight ahead. “All right, but at least put on a coat. You’ll catch your death of cold out here,” came Molly’s…
Echoes From the Campfire
Through all the years of success and sadness he remembered the land he had seen years before. It lived in his mind, and often with eyes closed he felt again the movement of a good horse, the sound of the wind in the grass or the cedars, the running water, the smell of dust and…