Author: tuantr

Her mother’s kitchen. A church steeple in Cincinnati. Thomas walking beside the horse. At one point she smiled. “Thomas found us.” Silas stopped. He came…

For one long moment, no one moved. The wind chased a dead leaf across the square, scraping it over the boards beneath Luke Rourke’s boots….

A waltz. Of course they were dancing. They had watched her marry a man they mocked, watched him struggle beneath chandeliers while pretending not to…

For several seconds, Garrick Hale did not move. He stood in the doorway of the small upstairs room with one hand gripping the frame, as…

Glass exploded across the table. Judson moved before the sound finished echoing through the mountains. “Down!” He lunged across the room, catching Winifred around the…

Her room was upstairs beneath the western eaves, a narrow space with a sloped ceiling, an iron bedstead, and one window overlooking the east pasture….

By dawn, Denver had disappeared beneath a white silence so complete that Sarah Sterling could hear the grandfather clock ticking from two rooms away. She…

Nell learned that before midnight. She heated the twisted iron until its dull brown deepened to cherry red, carried it from the forge with Boone’s…

He forgot the stagecoach driver stamping snow from his boots. He forgot the men watching from beneath the awning of the saloon. He forgot the…