Series: If you are looking for Silas O’Driscoll, you are staring right at him, the grey-bearded man said, holding out a weathered hand on the muddy wooden platform of the Fort Griffin depot.

Gentry’s lead attorney, a man named Sterling, began his opening statement, his voice smooth and practiced. He spoke of Silas O’Driscoll’s failing health, his “mountain-high [more…]

The courtroom erupted into a chaotic roar of murmurs and shouts. People surged forward, some congratulating me, others shaking their heads in disbelief at Gentry’s [more…]

Two years later. The spring sun beat down on the Fort Griffin train platform, turning the mud to a cracked, dusty crust. I sat in [more…]