The Threshold of Winter The fog off Puget Sound always tasted of salt and wet…
The White Pills The iron spikes had been pounding inside Analisa Schroeder’s skull since the…
The West Texas wind did not blow; it scourged. It carried with it the fine,…
The Announcement The Colorado sun had not yet cleared the jagged peaks of the Front…
The Arrival The wind that swept across the Kansas prairie in November 1944 carried no…
The Fragrance of the Red Deer The latch of the mess hall door did not…
The sky over the Illinois countryside was the color of wet slate, heavy and low,…
The fog that rolled off the Sauk River on the night of August 13, 1978,…
The Teeth of the World The Blackwood Range did not welcome visitors; it merely tolerated…
Echoes in the Canopy The Pacific Northwest does not merely possess a wilderness; it is…