A chill breeze whips through the churchyard, leaves ripped free from their moorings and sent flying through the air. The harbinger of an...

White clouds drift by overhead, celestial puffs of wool against an azure-blue sky. Warm zephyrs blow over the city, off the deserts to...

Steady hoofbeats against the forest path, alerting us to his presence. I crouched, clutching my longbow, one hand on the polished yew,...

It took me hours to find him, picking my way back through the carnage littering the city streets to the place where I had seen him fall....

“You see, it was down about Cape Horn that it ‘appened, back in ’49. We were takin’ a boatload of those consarned Yankee minin’ fellows...

Every time I had come home to my village it was different. I was different, my people were different. War leaves nothing unchanged. But...