Jul 23, 2017 | Featured, Fiction |
Mary Ann tells me you’re going to help with the fence. Yes, sir. There’s not that much of it – shouldn’t take too long. They both looked at the fence, about sixty feet of white pickets that ran along the sidewalk. Mary Ann came out on the porch...
Oct 13, 2012 | Featured, Fiction |
They had us cold, the barrels of their pistols leveled at our hearts. ‘You are ready to leave Mayfield?’ asked the largest trapper. ‘We are leaving,’ said Charlie. I was not sure how he would play it, but he had a habit of cracking his index...
