by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 28, 2018 | New Year
There was no point in it. Graylie wrapped the end of the light string and dropped it into the box of Christmas decorations. Who was going to come into Silasville Hardware and Garden Store on New Year’s Eve? No one was doing repairs on a holiday. No was putting in a...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 24, 2018 | Christmas
It was the coldest Christmas Eve Janaya could remember. Even without snow. The bitter wind whipping through canvas did not help. Nor did the mud holes into which she frequently sank one of her boots when walking on the road that should have been called a rut. This...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 20, 2018 | Christmas
She was sitting beside the Christmas tree. Her back was to him. Joe slowed his pace, so he could sneak up on her. His ornery streak never would grow up, he supposed. She had a cute knit beanie cap on her head. From the back, she could have been a teenager. But he knew...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 13, 2018 | Christmas
Westen Black shook his head in disbelief. That hardheaded stallion had gotten out of his stall again. How in the world? He walked over to where the stall door was swinging crazily by one hinge, leaned his arms on the good part of the enclosure and swung his boot at a...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 6, 2018 | Christmas
December 6, 1941 “Wow, you look handsome!” Sam Reed smoothed his dress whites, clicked his heels and saluted for the benefit of his little sister. “Like ’em?” “They’re the bees’ knees!” He reached down to tousle her curls. “Thanks, Bonnie. Now, I just hope I can keep...
