Historical Fiction

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

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

It was not yet midday, and Reuben James had spent most of the morning running his trap lines, as he did…

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