Do Not Misread Whimsy at the Silver Tap Bar

Ginny Fartappe was a whimsical, sensitive, determine young woman. You could see the whimsical in her eyes, large brown saucers that looked at you with every expectation that you were a saint and dancing knight in shining, etc. The sensitive was in her wide, tremulous lips—though these were just the front for a tongue that … Continue reading Do Not Misread Whimsy at the Silver Tap Bar

What is There to See on a Sagebrush and Prickly Pear Sidehill?

If Freddy Parchinee had not been searching for the truth, he probably would not have found it, and we would all have peace and quiet around here. I guess I should blame God, since He made it what it was and because He, in all his off-the-cross glory, was the truth Freddy expected to find, … Continue reading What is There to See on a Sagebrush and Prickly Pear Sidehill?

The Burning of Morel Brigham

Old Morley wasn’t ashes yet. But he soon would be. The joke was Old Morely was gonna burn twice, once in the Crematory Oven, and again in perpetuity in the Devil’s Workshop. Bishop Odner was not pleased about the joke or the idea of anybody—even somebody as recalcitrant as Morley Brigham—having their God-given body burned. … Continue reading The Burning of Morel Brigham