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...
Jan 27, 2010 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Razor Fight You ain’t change much, is you boy?” said Big Nail. C.K. leaned forward over his glass and seemed to consider it very seriously. “Well, I don’t know, they’s some people say I ain’t – then they’s others say I...
