Chapter 11: The Broken Hearth
Two days later, the air in Abilene’s Marshal’s office was thick with the smell of stale coffee and fear. Gideon and Gable, stripped of their [more…]
Two days later, the air in Abilene’s Marshal’s office was thick with the smell of stale coffee and fear. Gideon and Gable, stripped of their [more…]
June 1880. Five years. The passage of time was a gentle current, carrying me further from the horror of that Kansas prairie, but some marks [more…]