Part 1 There are stories the official records will not keep. Not because no one wrote them down. Men write down more than they ought to when they are frightened....
Part 1 The curtains in Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd’s bedroom were drawn before noon, though the winter light outside had hardly been strong enough to trouble a dying man’s eyes....
Part 1 There were stories the old men in West Virginia did not tell when there was company in the house. They waited until the lamps had burned low and...
The Weight of Saugerty Hollow Part 1 Creswell Purnell reached the western lip of the Hollow just after noon, though the sky had the bruised, greenish dimness of evening. He...
Part 1 My name is Saraphina Vale, and by the time my husband’s hand struck my face in front of six hundred people, I had already spent a year pretending...
Part 1 My name is Adella Smith, and I am twenty-seven years old now, but there are mornings that still come back to me with such sharpness that I forget...
Part 1 Cedar Falls had dressed its cruelty in white lace. That was what Clara Wynn thought as she stood at the front of the church in a borrowed wedding...
Part 1 The hooded woman stood on a rain-blackened crate in the middle of Deadwood’s main street with her hands tied behind her back and a rope looped around her...
Part 1 The first thing Elias Crowe saw when he rode into Abilene was not the church steeple, or the cattle pens, or the hotel balcony where tired men leaned...
Part 1 The man rode into Deadwood with dust on his coat and no name on his tongue. By then, the town had grown used to men arriving with trouble...