A Cold Shudder…

Thorns tugged at a trail-scarred buckskin leggin. A single claw caught, but broke away from the purple stem. The raspberry switch swung free, then caught in the thin grass. Elk moccasins whispered on as the earthen doe trail wandered deeper into the cedar grove, then leveled out at the mouth of an old wash. A… Continue reading A Cold Shudder…