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🐦⬛ The Haunting of Black Hollow Ranch
The three of them had been hired to watch the cattle on the lower range for Mr. Dugan. Right in the middle of the land sat the old ranch house. The family had long since left, but the stories stuck around like burrs on a mule’s tail.
The Sullivan Sisters and the Sin of Letty Grant: A Sullivan Sisters' Tale
The young girl’s family had come in from the Territory once the next-of-kin had been notified. It had been quite a shock and distress to them, because they hadn’t known where their daughter was. She had disappeared six months earlier, running away from home, and they hadn’t heard from her since.
Jed's Wild Ride - A Pony Express Tale, part 2 (of 2)
A rifle shot cracked through the quiet, the bullet slicing past Jed’s ear with a hiss like an angry rattler. He kicked Comet into a hard gallop...
Jed's Wild Ride - A Pony Express Tale, part 1 (of 2)
Jed was a rider for the Pony Express, and tonight, he was carrying a vital message – news of a potential treaty with the Sioux, one that could mean peace or war. Jed had been riding for hours, swapping horses at relay stations every ten miles or so. His leather chaps were worn smooth, his face weathered like the canyons he traversed.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 7 (of 8)
Henry stood beside her, his posture steady, his gloved fingers brushing hers in silent reassurance. He had asked her again that morning if she was certain, if she was truly ready to leave behind the name Ashcombe, to forge a new life without titles, estates, or expectations.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 6 (of 8)
Eleanor nodded, letting him lead her down the main street, her boots clicking softly against the wooden planks of the walkway. At least it was cleared. The street looked like a muddy, slushy mess. She tried to ignore the curious glances from passersby, newcomers were surely noticed here.