Author Archives: mskinnerlanier

The wind came from Line Creek Canyon without warning, leaving only a pretense of soil in its wake. The locals called it hardpan: soil so hard even sagebrush couldn’t grow in it. Kurt and Jo leaned together to stay upright. … Continue reading →

Linda peeked at the icy windowpane from under a pile of covers. “Sissy! Let’s go downstairs. It’s freezing up here.” Jean squirmed on her side of the bed. “Okay. I’ve got to go potty.” Clad in flannel pajamas and cotton … Continue reading →