Short stories
I’d heard a few shots the night before, and I had a hunch they was being _exchanged_; but as the deer season was open and the town dudes was out for ’em, I just figgered maybe a couple of bucks had made their last jump, and I let it go at that.
I’d heard a few shots the night before, and I had a hunch they was being _exchanged_; but as the deer season was open and the town dudes was out for ’em, I just figgered maybe a...
2. Part 2Clouds are piling up over the mountain; it’s getting cold and feels like winter coming on. I builds me a small Injun fire, cooks me up a bait, and rolling a smoke, stretches out.