Stories

A reminiscence of the summer that I killed my father.

An excerpt from the prologue of my newest release, Deadlined.

Alone in a leaky boat with a mile left to go, the sea takes on a life all its own

It was only a .22 rifle, but with the right kind of rifle and the right kind of round, a person could take care of all manner of unfriendly creatures scurrying around a farm.