Ahuuuga! Pause. Ahuuuga!
Abbie released the horn lever of the Model-T Roadster and swept her eyes over the small settlement. It was a little before noon and across the road and uphill a ways, a team and wagon stood …
I heard this short tale around a campfire nearly forty years ago, thirty miles deep into the Bob Marshall Wilderness of Montana. Karl was then looking at his mid-seventies and we’d all walked in thirty miles to the China Wall–the …
A solid-bodied woman, well past youth, struggles along a late night street of Cheyenne, Wyoming, U.S.A with two boys in tow, who might be three and six years old. She lugs a large, well-worn suitcase; manifestly heavy, tied and cross-tied with …
Abbie and Mollie took a room for the week at the Pine Hotel. Friday was payday on this side of the mountain and they had ridden Abbie’s new 1924 Ford Roadster over the pass from Atlanta for the party. Mollie …
Hap Davis had always been a cowboy. His first memory was riding up front his dad in the saddle on the Whitehorse Ranch. Later he followed along on his own pony over in the Alvord Country, and he’d been riding …
It started as so many things did at the Hub. Dog days, Sunday afternoon quiet had settled over Atlanta, Idaho and a turpentine haze from the hot pines softened the edges of the mountains and forests. Abbie’s 1924 Roadster was …