Bart lay near the fire, exhausted after spending all afternoon with the other Bar-Z cowpokes braving the rain and mud in a freak thunderstorm that spooked the herd into an attempted stampede. He rolled a cigarette and after lighting it,  lay back in his bedroll gazing up at the star filled sky.

As he watched a strange, bright light streak across the night sky, Bart conjured up the preposterous idea that in another hundred years, people might be able to ride a stagecoach through the…

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Benny sat up all night awaiting Santa to bring the  presents he asked for, even though  his father said his bad behavior only warranted a lump of coal. He drifted off to sleep and when later awakened to rustling in the next room, peeked around the corner. He spotted an intruder that was not fat, did not wear red and had no white beard leaning over the presents.

Convinced he he caught a burglar, Bennygrabbed the fireplace poker from the hearth and chargedthe intruder, slammming it…

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“You mister, need to go on a diet,” Helen said to her overly plump, gray Persian cat stretching across the kitchen countertop. He gave her a lazy gaze and purred contentedly, swishing his fluffy tail.

Helen noticed the unlocked doggy door and in a panic hollered to her pet Chihuahua, “Taco, come to momma baby and don’t make me look for you!”

When he didn’t come, she hurried out the door and frantically searched the neighborhood. Meanwhile, Renfro yawned and dropped to the floor. He… Continue

He had spent his time in hell, sharpening his bayonet, meticulously dusting the sand out of the rifle's firing mechanism, and making damn sure he had water. If the patrol was ambushed, which he felt certain it would, he wanted to be as prepared as he could. He was a short timer, with three days to go before his unit was to re-deploy back to the states and he found himself unconciously counting the heartbeats that pounded at the walls of his chest.

The Humvees raced out of the…

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After a long day scouring the streets and gutters for thrown out, partially eaten burgers, loose change, and discarded flotsam that might have some future use and easily fit in my shopping cart, I decided to treat myself to a hot meal. I'd had a profitable day along the boulevard collecting nearly eleven dollars in change, thanks to a crumpled five dollar bill that must have fallen out of someone's jeans. Now,with the cloudiness of my Mogen David Twenty-twenty cheap wine hangover about to… Continue