Author: tuantr

I turned eighteen on a Wednesday, and by Thursday morning I was standing in a gravel driveway with a trash bag full of clothes and…

A man who reached. A man who came up empty. Then the dog barked once. He had scrambled down the branches until his face was…

On the second morning, Gus watched her lift a grain sack onto a cart. “Folks in town said you wouldn’t last three days,” he remarked….

For one wild moment, she thought Silas had hidden a Bible. A keepsake. Something sentimental from the man he had pretended to be. Then she…

The woman opened her eyes. She stared first at the rafters, then at the hanging traps, the drying herbs, the rifle pegs, and the rough…

Finally he said, “You speak as though you have run businesses before.” “My mother ran a boardinghouse. My father kept freight accounts before he drank…

Caleb walked straight to the office. “Mr. Hartwell,” he said, “somebody left thirty dollars in the tack room.” Elias looked up as if surprised. “That…

When she wanted to quit, she read Alden’s note again. You know as well as I do what you weigh. She pinned the paper to…

He lingered in the doorway, uncomfortable. “Dinner is usually at noon when I can manage it. Supper at dark.” “What do you have in the…