If my my mother hadn’t been twice the tough woman she was, I wouldn’t he half the man I am.

She thought the old man had lost his mind along with his ample hard-on as he climbed off her naked ass. He had recognized the brandy-wine birthmark that resembled a butterfly behind her left ear from 19-years before, the day he used his body to shield her from the ensuing gunfire that had killed her…

For the purpose of this tale, one man shall be called Jones and the other Smith. The two are neighbors, sharing the same property line and yet are anything but neighborly with one another. For nearly three decades the pair have been feuding over boundary-lines, accusing the other of cutting down trees, stealing the lumber;…

The popular term is ‘Mandela Effect,’ but I think the scientific name for it is actually ‘Quantum Entanglement.’

A Paiute friend called me up, wanting to show me a petroglyph that he found, but didn’t recognize. After seeing it, I must admit that I’ve never seen such an image before. Despite having a camera-phone and a regular camera between us, neither one would work. Both were drained of their battery power even before…

While doing some biographical research of a possible suspect in the case of my friend Patty Tigard’s 1976 murder, I stumbled on a June 1911 article about the ax murders of the William Hill family in Ardenwald, Oregon. The killer’s method sounded vaguely familiar, thus piquing my interest. Call it a side-trail, a rabbit hole…

The good news: I made it to the Reno Rodeo; the bad news: I forgot to put a battery in my camera. Add to this that I worked hard to smuggle it into the rodeo grounds. The Reno Rodeo Association has concluded that if you have a camera with a detachable lens, then you’re a…

Their plan was to set up a small camp, where they could drink some beer, grill steaks and tell stories into the wee-hours of the morning, someplace south and east of the ruins of Fort Churchill. They were Adrian Slett, Howard Philips and Keith Hammond, all native Californians, transplanted to the high desert of Northern…

It surprised McKinnison, the speed at which his quarry could run. He’d tracked Kid Williams to the small cluster of wooden buildings along the desert hillside and he aimed to bring the murderer to justice. McKinnison lost his man between two buildings that lead from the back of the settlement to the dusty, dirt path…

Walls are painted white, Where everything is so white. So bright is the red apple.