Lucy Saxon had never been more glad to see the merest hints of civilization. She was tired of riding and her horse was getting tired of being ridden. Under normal circumstances she rather enjoyed riding bareback. She hadn't won prizes during her school years for nothing ( Read more... )

There are few things St. John dislikes worse than being cooped up because nature is doing something that prevents him escape. Amongst those are root canals, the Shop, and getting seeds stuck in his teeth ( Read more... )

Welcome to the VFW! Your local safe refuge from the coming storm ( Read more... )

It's a stormy day, and it's just going to get worse from here on out. Sheriff Hootenany Bornpang doesn't like the looks of that thar storm formulation, so he's coming 'round the mountain...town to let you know about it.

Best listen to what he has to say, won't you?

Elizabeth isn't sure what to make of it when she wakes up ( Read more... )

It is truly a rainy, rainy, rainy day in Hell. It surely is. It is raining so hard, in fact, that Bornpang has gotten out his standard issue rain gear. This does not include yellow rain boots. He's the SHERIFF, for christ's sake ( Read more... )

In a house in the nicer side of town, lives a young man who is busy making the best garden possible. The house is a pleasant, two-storey affair, with light blue paint and white trim and window shutters. The back yard still has some kids toys in it, because Seymour doesn't care much about the back yard. He's busy with the front ( Read more... )

There've been a couple of undignified entrances into this town lately, and if Parker was aware of that she'd be resolved not to be another; but she's not aware of that, or that the town has anyone in it at all ( Read more... )

It could have been a slightly more poignant and dramatic entrance. But if anyone had watched the small speck in the distance speeding its way towards Hell, they may have wondered where and why it had suddenly stopped just outside town.

The answer was a very irritated looking man trying to start up a pick-up truck before a huff of, "Bloody hell," ( Read more... )

My, my, my. Whoa-oh-oh. How did it get this way, Mama? How'd the boy get so lost from the solid, study path ( Read more... )