The Journey – Friday Fictioneers 9/8/17

  Created by feet of Shoshone buffalo hunters, the trail had eventually become a stage coach road. But today, Hiram Baker plodded it alone – hungry, thirsty, bone-weary. His horse had given out two days ago, and all that kept him going was the love of a blue-eyed woman waiting for him beyond that mountainContinue reading “The Journey – Friday Fictioneers 9/8/17”