Timeless western love stories filled with hope, courage and emotional journey.
Wyoming Territory, 1897 Thomas Calder had walked into more towns than he could name, and he had learned that the ones worth staying in never looked like much from
Thistle Harbor, Maine, 1923. There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a man who has decided, without ever saying so aloud, that he will not be
Thistle Harbor, Maine, 1923. There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a man who has decided, without ever saying so aloud, that he will not be
The coffee maker on the counter in Hollis Bragg’s kitchen was older than his marriage had been, a percolator with a dented lid that ticked and sighed on the
The bell hung from a length of baling wire on the north gate, and Wyatt Sallis touched it every morning before he touched anything else — before coffee, before
The train cut east to west across a country that seemed to Margaret Ashworth to have no edges at all, and she sat in her berth each night with
The forge at Blue Creek burned low most mornings before the sun came all the way up over the Bighorns, and Jacob Coe liked it that way — liked
Story The post office in Ferro opened at eight, and Della Boyce was always there at seven-forty, standing under the eave with the same tin key ring, waiting for
The house sat alone on the bench above Otter Creek, sixty miles from anything a person could call a town, with the Judith Mountains going blue and then black
