The Watcher at Ridgeview Lodge
Irina Graves pulled her rented Subaru into the gravel lot at Ridgeview Lodge just after four in the afternoon, and she sat there for a…
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Irina Graves pulled her rented Subaru into the gravel lot at Ridgeview Lodge just after four in the afternoon, and she sat there for a…
The cracked bird feeder has been sitting on my porch rail for six months now and I still haven't thrown it away.
The potluck had been going for about two hours when Callie hit her stride.
The croissants collapsed.
Nelson Duncan was sixty-four years old and his knee had strong opinions about the Swiss Alps before he even got out of the rental car.
The call came in at four in the afternoon, right when the rain went from steady to stupid.
The storm hit around three in the afternoon.
I have been picking zucchini blossoms at the Warburton station for three years now, and in that time exactly two interesting things have…
I reminded myself that thirty-three wasn't old, even though my reflection in the dark lodge window said otherwise.
The knock comes at 5:45 in the morning and I know it's him before I open the door.
The roommate bailed on a Tuesday.
The fair smells like fried dough and manure, which is about right for Silver Creek.
Okay, so let me set the scene, because you need the scene to understand how a man ends up with his hand in his supervisor's hair on a…
I was hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
I was wiping down the control panel of the funicular when my phone buzzed, and I knew before I looked who it was.