2009, 2019


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A miasma of urine, feces, and death wafted around us. “Mr. Hawkins, are you in there?” Ringing the doorbell again, I yelled louder. “Mr. Hawkins! ...

1009, 2017

Any Dang Fool

September 10, 2017|4 Comments

Any dang fool can punch cows on a ranch, he mused. Sure, the man needed skills. He had to ride, mend fences, and brand calves—but ...

906, 2017

Old Man Brennan

June 9, 2017|4 Comments

The boys in our neighborhood hated Old Man Brennan. There were seven of us. Robby, being the oldest, naturally felt like he should be in ...

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