his old cow kept staring at the same broken fence post—then the single father dug beneath it and uncovered what everyone else had missed for sixty years

Part 1 The calf was lying on his side behind the livestock barn when Lena Mercer first saw him. Not in a pen. Not under…

Part 1 “You understand you’re buying a graveyard.” The county clerk said it with his pen already poised over the ledger. I was twenty-four years…

Part 1 By the time Lena Hart reached the courthouse steps, half of Bellweather County already knew she had said no. Dane Mercer stood beneath…

Part 1 The morning they ended my career, someone had already packed my desk before I arrived. I knew because my coffee mug was sitting…

Part 1 The first thing I noticed was the color. The second thing I noticed was that the driver wouldn’t look me in the eye….

Part 1 The first time my uncle laughed at my inheritance, I was still wearing my diner shoes. Black rubber soles. Coffee stain across the…