Historical Fiction

Windham township, with a population of eight hundred and ten white souls, was nestled uncomfortably deep within the Endless Mountains, and…

Reuben James had spent most of the morning running his trap lines, as he did nearly every morning. It had become…

There really are no mental preparations you can make for being buried alive. In truth, I should have expected it. There…

I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.…