The confinement from which I write is at the same time both a sentence and a luxury. Like many other people across the entire world, I have spent several months without leaving the house in order to p...
Ed left Jal with the unnamed mare. Clarita should be the one to baptise her. The animal behaved itself on the journey. Nothing happened along the way to give credence to the Indian’s prophesying. The...
Ed grabbed his shotgun and leaned out of the window. The road was deserted. The galloping, however, went on.