Tommy Callahan was eleven years old, and every school day ended the same way: with his stomach...
The old Harley had been dying behind Ellen Mercer’s barn for twelve years, and everybody in Cedar...
The dust hung golden over the Pine Hollow Fairgrounds that Saturday morning, and the air itself seemed...
Nora Whitfield had flipped pancakes at the Golden Skillet for forty-one years, and she could tell you...
For three straight summers, the Rusty Spurs Motorcycle Club rolled through the town of Cedar Falls on...
Ray “Preacher” Dolan got his road name because he could quote scripture and curse in the same...
The summer of 1861 was a dry one in the Nevada Territory, and the land between Carson...
The Willow Creek ran between the Calloway ranch and the Drummond ranch like a scar that never...
The schoolhouse bell at Cottonwood Hollow rang at half past eight on the morning of February the...
Everybody in Coldwater Creek, Colorado, knew two things about Silas Brandt: his forge had the truest anvil...