Author: tunganhtr

Rock Bottom When my parents heard I had lost my job, they paid my landlord one thousand dollars to evict me before sunset. Not help…

My name is Natalie Mercer. I am thirty-one years old, and three weeks ago my mother pointed at the front door and told me to…

The lawyer’s office smelled of old paper, dust, and things already decided. Alora Vance sat alone on one side of the room, wearing a secondhand…

When Roland Groves died in October of 1878, he left nearly everything worth having to his son. The cattle. The pasture. The timber lease. The…

The wind over Providence Ridge had sharpened by late autumn, carrying the first warning of a winter that would show mercy to no one. Alora…

On the morning I turned eighteen, St. Jude’s Home for Boys gave me a black trash bag for my clothes, thirty dollars, and directions to…

In the autumn of 1887, riders crossing the Wyoming plains began slowing near the abandoned Vance homestead. The family was gone. The cattle had been…

By the time she reached Cutters Knob in October of 2019, the girl had forty-seven dollars, two days of food, wet boots, and nowhere she…

By the winter of 1880, Tabitha Cargill had learned that cold was not the hardest part of living alone in Wyoming Territory. The wood was….