![]() ![]() Avery John Creede Treks to Lewistown, Montana Terr.Horse, the rider crept through the lifeless forest. The howl of the storm muffled any other noise. Sage plodded through the Colorado winter. ![]() ![]() That much he could see, but couldn't feel. The reins laced through the second and thirdįingers. Right hand jammed deep into a coat pocket. With black hat tilted low, he saw very little. Nearly frozen shut, strained to scout the blizzard for a trail. Keep the blowing snow from slicing into his skin. Jerking the red bandana over his face, Brannon attempted to The sharp pain stage hadĬeased hours before, and now a dull, mind-deadening throb signaled real The numb, bare flesh of three fingers stuck out from the stiff, worn He considered tying the bandana around his left Sometime before darkness or death, Stuart Brannon had toįind Broken Arrow Crossing. Excerpt from Christmas western novel, Hard Winter at ![]()
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