They mocked her all autumn long. Then the sky turned on all of them. In 1884, in the wind-scoured basin of Wyoming’s high country, a widow named Eliza Marsh did...
In November of 1891, Margaret Thornhill faced an impossible choice. She was thirty-two years old, recently widowed, and standing in the only home she had ever truly known while her...
By the third night of the White Horn Blizzard, Redwash Basin had vanished. Wind tore across the flats at more than sixty miles an hour. The cold had fallen to...
Fifty tractors sat in the back row of Draymond Auction Yard, and every one of them was dead. Dale Pruitt walked the line with his hands buried in his coveralls,...
On his third day cleaning up the counter, Tom Avery watched an old farmer walk in, cross straight to the register without a glance at the empty shelves, and set...
The winter of 1881 settled over the Wyoming frontier with a cruel grip that turned rivers into glass and buried lonely ranches beneath endless snow. Near the remote hills of...
The fence line was gone. Not bent. Not leaning. Gone. The posts had snapped off at the base like matchsticks and scattered somewhere into the next county. Ruth Callahan stood...
“When will you finally stop running away from your future?” William Montgomery stood beside the tall window of his Manhattan study, looking down at a city that seemed to belong...
“Are you sure you’re at the right place?” The question came from a young woman at the entrance desk, spoken politely enough to pass as courtesy but loud enough for...
“Son, everything worth keeping in those was gone ten years ago.” Blaine Garrison stood at South Ridge Farm Salvage with his arms crossed over his chest, watching an eighteen-year-old boy...