Walks with Moon stretched under the buffalo robe, lingering in that state of sleep just before waking, reaching one delicate bronze hand down to rest on the rounding of her belly, while extending the other to touch Eagle Talon. Her eyes bolted open when fingertips failed to find his warmth and she realized he was […] more to read »
Johannes rode up to him, smoothly slipping his Sharps .52 Caliber Carbine into a cradled position in one arm. “Are you coming in tonight?” “No, Reuben. As Zeb would say, this suits me just fine.” Bente and Lahn were standing side-by-side, their noses pointed at the Rockies, a looming, forbidding mass of jagged dark silhouettes […] more to read »
Mr. Rosenthal, We met at a little cafe in Grand Junction on August 31st, which happened to be my birthday. I work in a library if that jogs your memory. You asked me to tell you my thoughts on your book. I waited with anticipation for your book Threads West to arrive. Once I started […] more to read »
Sarah stood on the rough ground of a small rise, surveying the circle of prairie schooners and Conestogas that lay fifty feet east of her. Their once bright, canvas tops were muted and streaked with the rigors of a thousand miles of weather, river crossings, sun and dust. Many had bullet holes or patches where […] more to read »