Without turning around, Philippe responded, “My father imported a number of them from Spain.” Philippe didn’t catch the look Reuben and Johannes exchanged. His groping hand found what he was looking for and turning, he triumphantly held up a small sack of Arbuckle’s Coffee. “Amigos, you’re right in time for the best cup of café […] more to read »
The pony had taken less than fifty steps when Eagle Talon again stopped the horse. He heard something else—an almost imperceptible sigh, out of place in the air currents amongst the cottonwoods. The mustang’s ears remain pricked, his eyes fastened on some point still upstream and slightly off the creek to their left. Eagle Talon […] more to read »
Before Sarah could say anything, Johannes nodded to Zeb. “Tell Reuben, would you?” Then he abruptly turned, leading Bente away from the wagons and toward the east, Zeb and Sarah watching them both disappear from the firelight. Sarah looked down at the brush and turned it in her hands, remembering. The fire sheen on the […] more to read »
Far to the east, where Eagle Talon was deciding whether or not to release his arrow, across a body of water greater than Eagle Talon could imagine, Erik drummed his long, uncommonly delicate fingers against the rough planks of the kitchen table. He pushed back his thick, black spectacles until they were firmly over the […] more to read »
Inside the lodge fire burned brightly. He let the robe drop from his shoulders, tied the flap and turned to his wife. He was surprised to see her still lying under the tatanka robe. Walks with Moon flashed a wide smile. Her eyelids lowered and lips pursed seductively, she threw the robe back from herself, […] more to read »