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The Execution of Jessie Hock, Cattle Rustler, 1873

                                    A pity I had not waited until after the sun went down,                                     since the mountains that evening were so beautiful.                                                             From the journal of Lt. S.W. Shreve Shreve read him something from the Bible. A mule deer cocked her ears, … Continue reading

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The Gold Man’s Wife

He wandered off the train from Yellowknife, eyeing the horizon as if it were a cliff’s close edge he wanted to fall over. Once home he pulled out three small pouches bound onto his belt by cords and asked if … Continue reading

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Newlyweds

When at last they got to their new place— a gutted Hutterite barn, a bargain since the fields fossilized for want of rain— they cut to the chase, without even tying the horse up at the gate or checking if … Continue reading

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