Only when I’d see a young girl I’d known in high school, walking down the street hand-in-hand with her returned soldier, did the deeper pain return.
One of those Los Angeles legends that add mystery to the bright lights and glamour.
One does not have to give up their own beliefs to understand and respect those of another people. We must learn to live together, now, there is no other way.
Off in the distance big white cruise ships had pulled into port, glistening beneath the Mexican sun. Vacationers for whom murder was not on the itinerary. Throngs of young college kids on break, males...
Now people nowadays, especially the younger ones, they don’t have an ounce of romance in their soul. It’s all zombies and video games, shallow celebrities. They love insta-sex but make fun of what the...
Nobody talks about the corrupt American police, though, do they? They only talk about the corrupt Columbian and Mexican law enforcement unable to stop it. There is plenty of corruption, sure, but that...
No one knows more about regret than an old drunk, and no old drunk knew more about living with it than Harry.
I’d sought out these lonely roads because I was hurt and lonely, and that’s what the hurt and lonely do; seek out a place far from people, far from the happiness which is painfully just out of their r...
It was raining so hard on that lonely stretch of rural Illinois backroad that I couldn’t see the painted white lines on the worn cracked asphalt.
I wasn't sure when you'd be in so I thought you wouldn't mind me waiting here. I had the feeling he knew exactly when I was going to arrive. That he knew a lot of things he wasn't ever going to tell m...
I stood. She reached up and squeezed my hand, trying to hold on to this us, before we went through with it and became a different us, held together by our sin. I turned and headed down the cliffs to t...
I liked the beat, too — Hollywood and the City of Angels. It had been a long time since any angels had appeared here, but enough of the old buildings and old stars still hung around to remind you of w...
I heard it first. Footsteps. They were faint, and not localized in any particular area, but they were footsteps. The sound was like an echo from very far away. If they were the kind of footsteps I bel...
I don’t know if I’ll get in with all the bad in life I done. But at least when Saint Peter, or whoever they got guardin’ ‘em asks what I did in life to deserve heaven, I’ll be able to tell ‘em about K...
He suspected in another decade or so the railroad might have laid track right into Santa Barbara. Everything would be connected soon, Wyn imagined with some sadness. Something would be lost when a man...
But I refused. One Ranger, One riot, as the slogan went, and a Ranger always tells the truth. Grandpa had had a bigger influence on me than I knew. They couldn't really fire me, but I agreed to leave...
Wyn noticed Jace had what appeared to be a copy of Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone. He smiled to himself.
Try as he did at such times, his thoughts would inevitably turn to the pretty girl named Annie. Tony was always able to sense when the cowboy's deep longing for the girl was at its worst, and nudged h...
There was something starkly different about him that separated him from other men, reflected even in his choice of horses. Every seasoned cowboy, and even some greenhorns, knew owning a white horse to...
There was something assured in the way he blended in with the surrounding mountains and lake. A sense of quiet deadliness was suggested by the low-slung gun belt, its holster tied down, and the Colt b...