Author: tunganhtr

Part 1 The wind in Bitter Creek did not blow so much as hunt. It came down from the black pines above town, shouldering through…

Part 1 Caroline Jones did not know how long she had been running when the wolves began to sing behind her. At first, the sound…

The name at the bottom of the letter was Josiah Grimes. Not as witness. Not as pastor. As Nettie’s father. For one long moment, no…

Harlan arrived three weeks later in a polished carriage, wearing a black coat and the expression of a man entering a room he already believed…

Part 1 The iron tracks began to hum beneath Silas Thorne’s boots before the train appeared. He felt the vibration first through the soles of…

Part 1 The iron tracks began to hum beneath Silas Thorne’s boots before the train appeared. He felt the vibration first through the soles of…

Part 1 Nathaniel Brooks had asked the Lord for a cook, not a woman with sorrow in her eyes and a baby on her hip….

Part 1 Rafe Ellison had held enough horse tack in his life to know when a thing had been made by habit, when it had…

Part 1 The stagecoach arrived in Copper Ridge long after every sensible person had gone home. Snow clouds had swallowed the Montana mountains by then,…