Author: tuantr

Around them, the church had gone so quiet she could hear the autumn wind worrying the loose shingles above the steeple. His palm was enormous….

By the end of Ruth’s first week at the Iron Bit Ranch, the men had stopped calling the house “the house.” They called it home….

For one strange second, everyone in the chapel seemed frozen. County Officer Amos Pike stood near the doorway with a leather case tucked beneath one…

“Simon Boone!” Abigail froze beneath the window. Snow hissed against the cabin walls. The fire had been smothered beneath an iron lid, leaving the room…

Harriet looked at Harlan Jessup as if he had asked whether she owned a horse. “A coat?” His eyes stayed on hers. “Cold outside.” Behind…

The fire clicked softly in the stone hearth. Snow whispered against the cabin windows. And Lucien Holt—the monster of Bitterroot Mountain, the man Oak Haven…

His eyes went from her face to the stock tank and back again. “Since spring,” he said. She stared at him. “All of them?” “Most.”…

Samuel Brennan buried Thomas McAllister before sunset. Clara watched from the doorway of Samuel’s ranch house with Danny pressed against her chest and a blanket…

Wade reached the first steer on his knees. The animal lay on its side in the alfalfa, its black hide already drawing flies in the…