
Dust and Destiny
The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the cracked earth as Clara Voss tightened her grip on the reins of her mare. The air reeked of dust and pine, a sharp contrast to the salty…
The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the cracked earth as Clara Voss tightened her grip on the reins of her mare. The air reeked of dust and pine, a sharp contrast to the salty…
Clara tightened the straps of her leather satchel as the dust of Red Rock Town clung to her boots. The sun hung low over the cracked earth, casting jagged shadows across the town’s wooden buildings. She had traveled three days…