Long George Francis was becoming more frustrated by the minute as the narrow tires of his 1914 Hupmobile slid uncontrollably in the mix of icy clay gumbo and snow. The steering wheel turned effortlessly in his big hands with little effect on the car’s direction...
“You see, this?” She pulled the lit cigar from her teeth and held it aloft as if raising the sacrament, smoke levitating to midday sun like the birth of wildfire in bone-dry grass. The sun was too high for fish to rise. The river cut a...
A Montana moment captured from "In the Loyal Mountains," a collection of fiction...
The road was different only, only a generation ago. Country music singers of today have no idea. It's all podcast and blog, all surface an slide. Not so long ago it was muscle and slog, sustained and enduring hope, and drift, always...
If Riley wanted solitude, he knew better than to hunt for it in Montana. And in any case, solitude, he had learned, was vastly overrated...
A well-worn bamboo rod tells the story that one son has waited a lifetime to hear ...
Facing fear one trout at a time...
Alice is in Paris alone, renting a flat. Who would know if she disappeared?...
A chapter from "If Not This", a novel in progress...