Welcome Back Christmas, Dowdy Branson

Welcome Back Christmas, Dowdy Branson

Gravel grated under Dowdy Branson’s tires as he slid the old Chevy to a stop at the curb. There he came, walking fast, the latest in a long line of vagrants Dowdy had passed before first arriving in Kalispell that morning and making his way out this December...

Abilene

“There she is, boys. Straight ahead. Abilene.” Jordan Farley spoke with a voice as dry and dusty as the twelve miles of Kansas topsoil he and his Texas trail crew had eaten since five o’clock that August morning. He dragged off his broad-brimmed hat...