Category: Fiction
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The Jacktown Trail – Chapter 8
They were led into a lantern-lit cabin that smelled of woodsmoke, old leather and grease. A dark-haired woman dressed in a linsey-woolsey frock set cups of hot chicory coffee before them and served them thick cornmeal cakes fried in bacon grease, along with slabs of crisp wild boar bacon.
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The Jacktown Trail – Chapter 7
Tritt, still sitting at the table in the tavern after Mac had left on an errand, looked at Susan, now sitting across from him. “Oh, you’re wondering what I’m doing here? Well, I’ve been asking myself some questions,” she said.
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The Jacktown Trail – Chapter 6
The man rode a circuitous route back to a secluded area where four men sat around a fire. One of them stood up and pointed a pistol when the man rode up, then relaxed when he recognized him.
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The Jacktown Trail, Chapter 5
Tritt and Mac lounged outside the sheriff’s office until the appointed time. Tritt pulled out a pocket watch and stood up, opened the door and went in, with Mac following.
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The Jacktown Trail, Chapter 4
FOUR: A nasty reminder Tritt had been uncomfortable about discussing any matters of future plans in public for good reason. There were many unsavory ears about in these rough pike towns, and you didn’t know who might be passing through looking for some unwholesome opportunity. One couldn’t be too careful about who he was and…
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The Jacktown Trail, Chapter 3
Tritt went across Jacksontown’s Main Street, the National Road, to a clapboard building that resembled a large shack that might soon tumble down. The only thing that identified it as a restaurant was a hand-written sign in a dirty window that read “EAT.” He sat down at a rough-sawn table.
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The Jacktown Trail, Chapter 2
The stagecoach slowly rolled into Jacksontown, causing a quite a crowd to gather as it did so, what with four dead bodies plain to see. The sheriff came over right away and nodded as he was told the details. He sent a deputy with several townsmen off on horseback to find the bandit who had…
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The Jacktown Trail, Chapter 1
The man on horseback had heard two shots and spied a dust cloud just past a hill to the east. It sparked his memory that he had heard the westbound stage was late getting to Jacksontown, or Jacktown, the town he had just left just 15 minutes ago.
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Three Poems
Here are some poems that I wrote recently in response to prompts, and some artwork from “back in the day” that I colorized recently that sort of go along. .
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The Baseball Player
Ed Davis, the Rendville Sun weekly newspaper editor, was sitting at his desk at the office one Friday morning in June, sifting through the slush pile of story ideas on his desk.
Dusty Tires 