Mildred was so deep into her crossword puzzle that she didn’t even realize Gracie had left the room until she heard the little girl talking.…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Hugh Wesley - Writer Posts
Rex ran his finger down the ledger and stopped at the first name not crossed out. He didn’t look up. “Grimm, party of three.” His…
“You’re starting to get fat again.” Nico shoveled another bite of pumpkin pie into his mouth and looked out the window over his wife’s shoulder.…
The pressure was crushing, and it was only getting worse. For so long, Abner had been comfortable. Happy, even. And then, he started to notice…
Three rounds of westminster chimes rang out from the old mantle clock down the hall, clanging against the office walls like pans dropped on a…
The smoke alarm wailed like a siren. “Fudge!” Mira looked up from her newspaper. How could she have forgotten about the eggs so quickly? “This…
“Slow down, Petey! You’re going to hurt yourself!” They’d been to that park a hundred times, at least, and Abe had never seen the dog…
Brad swatted at the colony of flies that bombed his head when he rang the doorbell. “Don’t pay any attention to them, and they won’t…
“We don’t like troublemakers around these parts, Jones.” Sheriff Hilton Lipstache leaned against the split-rail fence and glared at the young man in front of…
The bread scratched like sand in Brad’s mouth. He could taste the blood from where the hard crust had cut his gums. He rubbed the…
