Mar 6, 2021 | Fiction |
“It was a hard life, but it had the satisfaction. But it was hard. Terrible hard in them old days. You’ll hear stories would turn your hair blue overnight and I’m the boy could tell ‘em. There was some wild, lawless places, a man did what he wanted. Guess you know...
May 1, 2010 | Fiction |
“How could I learn to read or write?” Chief White Halfoat demanded with simulated belligerence, raising his voice again so Doc Daneeka would hear. “Every place we pitched our tent, they sank an oil well. Every time they sank a well, they hit oil. And...
