Author: tuantr

A man can buy land. A man can buy cattle. A man can even buy the respect of a whole town if his pockets are…

For one breath, no one moved. Mrs. Holloway clutched the banister behind us, her face pale beneath the hallway lamp. Daniel stepped between me and…

The first mistake Ferris made that morning was laughing at Rosa Fuentes while she knelt in the dust. The second was putting his hand on…

The wagon did not slow when my father threw me onto the frozen Wyoming trail. That was what I remembered most clearly. Not my shoulder…

warm beef, onions, pepper, and something sweet like garden herbs. Calb looked at the bowl on the table, then at the woman standing near the…

Smoke from the wood stove mixed with the metallic reek of fresh blood. Martha pressed her spine against the rough-hewn logs, her six-foot-two frame trembling…

Sadi did not sleep. She lay rigid beneath a quilt thick enough to stop a knife and stared into the dark cabin while the fire…

The wagon didn’t slow down. The woman who had promised to feed her simply looked away. And ten-year-old Lena Crow watched the only home she’d…

The first time Claire Whitman called me her fiancé, she was barefoot in my kitchen wearing one of my old college sweatshirts, holding a mug…