Tom would ride to Silver City, the nearest large town, and arrange for a lawyer to contact the Bitterwater Town Council. The lawyer would claim…
Maybe that’s better for who? For her or for you? Tom’s voice hardened. You spent your whole life surrounded by people who wanted your money.…
Whitaker, I’ve sent letters to every business and ranch owner in the territory, telling them how you abandoned your own ranch to play pretend with…
They both turned to see a small convoy pulling up to the property. Three wagons filled with well-dressed men and women led by Mr. and…
Rivers? Really? I’m exactly who I said I was. A drifter who appeared out of nowhere and stayed for over a month working for nothing…
He could ride back to his ranch, sleep in his comfortable bed, return to his life of wealth and isolation and loneliness dressed up as…
She stood on her porch, dressed simply, her face still pale, but her eyes clear and determined. She walked forward slowly, the crowd parting to…
What’s that? We get married here in this yard with Sarah Peterson and her children and everyone from town who wants to come. No fancy…

December 16th, 1944. If General George S. Patton had not made one phone call, if he had not spoken four impossible words, the United States…
And Caleb understood he’d been dismissed, not unkindly, but with the practical efficiency of a woman who had work of her own to do. He…
