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
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?
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
The rhyme is "because." the reason is. . . .
We rode on the back of a cart pulled by a blue farm truck, which seemed nearly as wrecked as the rest of the farm. Bill Wrangle’s dad, who owned the farm and the truck—in so far as claims to ownership can be made—was driving the truck, and as it was a mild autumn day, … Continue reading Blundering Revolutionary Union Worker
Ike Dollings sat in the folding chair, his hat balanced on his knee, his face, a worked over canvas, sun washed and crevassed by sixty-five years under sun and weather, a face that showed among its cracks and weathering, evidence of wrong broncs mounted and other accidents any working rancher might find on almost any … Continue reading Brick’s and Lou’s Wedding
What Winter said was so flagrant in its wrongness that Willow leaned away and gave a polite but windy cough. Clover crumpled up her bright face and green hands and turned rusty brown. Grass, like Willow, leaned away. Sheep huddled against the awful wind, turned their fleecy bums and ducked their heads and scurried off … Continue reading Fable of the Eternal Round
The way Jody decorated for Christmas is she took a couple of horseshoes and hung them over the doors. She arranged them to suit her moods and tastes, which usually changed a couple of times in the four or five days between their first placement and their removal. On this particular day in late December, … Continue reading The Branding
“All I know is he’s an engineer.” Dell said. He was a thick, sprawling man whose hair was beginning to gray. They (Dell, Kit, Amber and Dee) were on the way to a dinner with Larson, a colleague from work, and Dell was driving. He leaned over the steering wheel. He was seriously wondering how … Continue reading Managing Dinner at Larson’s
“There is no evidence of ecstasy in this blood.” Eric said. As usual Eric was saying words that meant about ziltch. Eric is my friend but Eric is not very accurate when he speaks. Eric speaks for effect, not for saying anything you can put in your freezer. The bear was still out there. It … Continue reading Hunting Bear with Eric