Someone’s scream broke the silence like tearing fabric. The deer bounded away before I got off my shot, kicking up cold winter…
Frank Oakley lay on his back, waking from a restless sleep. Shadow surrounded him, but ten or fifteen feet above a hidden sun carved into the…
The volcanic stone wall clung to my cream linen robe like velcro as I descended the narrow stairwell. Brother Heth’s padded footsteps guided me…