Chapter 8: Debt of Honor
I found Sean staring into the glowing embers of the hearth, his shoulders slumped. The news of the frozen timber and Clara’s audacious bribe had [more…]
I found Sean staring into the glowing embers of the hearth, his shoulders slumped. The news of the frozen timber and Clara’s audacious bribe had [more…]
A note arrived, delivered by a solemn-faced boy, requesting my presence behind the Methodist church. It was signed by Clara Callahan. Reluctantly, I went. Clara [more…]
The next afternoon, I walked back into Higgins’ General Store, feigning an interest in household cleaning supplies. The store was blessedly empty. “Mr. Higgins,” I [more…]
The morning fog still clung to the peaks when a rider approached the homestead, kicking up a plume of dust. It was Caleb Marsh, the [more…]
Liam’s cough grew steadily worse, a rasping sound that echoed through the small cabin. I spent my days concocting soothing herbal teas from the roots [more…]
The next morning, Baker City awoke to a paper storm. As I walked down Main Street towards Higgins’ General Store, my eyes were drawn to [more…]
The small timber cabin smelled of damp earth and something acrid-sweet from the medicine bottles crowding Liam’s bedside table. I leaned closer, my fingers brushing [more…]
Part 1 The tall man waiting on the dust-swept platform did not hand her a wedding bouquet. He handed her a signed marriage contract bearing [more…]
The afternoon sun, now breaking through the clouds, cast long shadows over the devastated landscape of Leavenworth. I lay on a stretcher in the muddy [more…]
Hours later, the world was strangely quiet, save for the dripping water and the distant sounds of desperate shouts. The tornado had passed, leaving Leavenworth [more…]