CAIRN – A short story by A James Hindle The leaves crackling beneath my feet — the breeze whispering through the trees created a musical backcloth to the melody of singing birds and scurrying animals. Ahhh! The peaceful renewing of…
A James Hindle
An old chap shuffled through the saloon doors, a cowboy hat, possibly of the same vintage as him, draped over his head,
Sheldon awoke, not sure what had roused him . . . . something had tapped his senses