Author: Slim Randles

I heard the rumor down at the feed store, later in the afternoon. We had a real live Sherlock Holmes

When the Rafter E branded recently, a bunch of us went out to help. It’s a badge of pride to

Emily’s dilemma was obvious: how do you sell manure? Since she fell in love with Dewey Decker, she could think

It occurred to me the other day just what a blessing it is to be a grandfather. The children think

Do you feel that itch coming on? It’s time, you know. See the kids out flying kites? That’s a sign.

“I believe I’ll write some Celtic music,” said Dud one morning at the world dilemma think tank down at the

In the week before Valentine’s Day, Marvin Pincus had two new customers for his (free of charge, of course) love

When Pop Walker sneaked out the kitchen door the other day, it affected all of us. He’s been a resident

It was Herb who discovered it. He went into the Read Me Now bookstore to ask Sarah if she had

“Ahhh! Coffee!” said our resident cowboy, Steve, raising his cup at the philosophy counter. “Let’s raise our cups to whichever

“Sometimes it’s good to just walk around slowly and quietly and look and think. This morning was one of those

This is the polished time, the pinnacle of life. This is fall, when everything puts on its best for the

To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But

The car pulled up in front of the sign that said, “Fly Tying Love Center.” Marvin lifted the magnifying lenses

There are some who say Jim Albertson, our school principal, sometimes goes a bit too far, but when asked, they

The hassled, red-faced man cruising the neighborhood Saturday morning in the pickup truck is good ol’ Bert, of course. It’s

“Days like this”, said Doc, “a guy has to get out and get his yard work done early, before it

Whenever Delbert McLain – our chamber of commerce here – gets a new idea, he generally shows up at the

We all know that someone will find Jenkins’s cabin. Someday. Oh, it’s up there in those hills somewhere. We all

The closed-season school board meeting was called to order half an hour late by its chairman, J. Buckdancer Alcott, because

“Amazing,” Dud said out at the corrals the other day. Bill and I looked at him a bit strangely, because

It started out as one of those mid-June, lazy kind of Sunday mornings … the kind where you wish the

You know, it isn’t always easy being a crossing guard for the kids. It especially isn’t easy when you’re an

The newly-formed love firm of Dewey Decker and Emily Stickles (she of the incredible cheekbones and watchful county eye) began

It was one of those blissful spring evenings when everything works out just right. Walking head-on to each other were