Story: Hour of the Wolf

He had not slept that well in months. Despite the injury to his chest and his still sore ankle, exhaustion

Baxter was tired of waiting. He had spent most of the day waiting for Calhoun to return from his trip

Baxter’s head was aching something fierce when he opened his eyes and found himself staring at unfamiliar beams with dust

Baxter stood a few steps back behind Gideon as they walked down the muddy path around the farm, listening to

As the wagon creaked and wobbled, Baxter’s fingers drummed on the wooden case sitting on his lap. Rain fell across