The house was always quite bare. Like most buildings in Rattlesnake Gulch, it was rough-sawn and unpainted. The only decorations in the parlor were an Indian rug on the wall and a faded photograph of Mama. Today, it was…
Category: Westerns
The Arroyo
Image by Lynn Underwood Rebecca guided the buckboard down into the arroyo, the “highway” back to Rattlesnake Gulch. The problem of Josiah weighed on her heart. On that terrible day, three months earlier, she had torn desperately at Josiah’s pants…
Rattlesnake Gulch
The cowpoke rode into town on a broken down horse, wearing a shabby Stetson and a greasy, ragged duster coat. Except for the tarnished silver spurs over his nondescript boots, no one would have paid him any heed. He hitched…