by David W. Stoner | Nov 26, 2023 | Short Stories
In the early light streaking through the slabs of the small lean-to, Than Fareheart threw off the heavy canvas and got to his feet. As he stepped outside, he looked up at the small cabin, wondering if Rebecca was up. He walked behind the lean-to to pee, looking across...
by David W. Stoner | Jul 2, 2023 | Short Stories
The Mexicans’ horses were tied to the hitching rail in front of the cantina. Than Fareheart, shading his eyes from the intense sunlight, looked across the dusty road at the row of adobe huts. The saddle creaked when he stepped down into the thick dust of the road and...
by David W. Stoner | Nov 1, 2018 | Short Stories
Brix Ransom, a tall twist of rawhide, stood sipping his beer at the bar next to Dumphy, the trail boss for the Triple X Cattle Company. I’m headed out in the morning, need to collect my pay. I won’t have it tomorrow, Dumphy told him. Why? The paymaster said Tuesday....
