Author: Slim Randles

If you didn’t know what time of the year it was, or what the weather was like, you could tell

Steve slowly saddled his horse, Old Snort, and climbed stiffly aboard in the cold snap of morning. He pulled his

My first wife came from a ranching family way back up in the hills of central California and had a

There is a time when the stars line up just right, when the grass is at its peak in nourishment

Dewey Decker silently shoveled cow manure into the back of his pickup, but for the first time, his heart wasn’t

Down at the county seat, the hearing room seats 20, and 40 people showed up. Marvin and Marjorie Pincus looked

When the world dilemma think tank gathered this morning at the philosophy counter, the main topic of conversation was Marvin

Delbert McLain dropped in at the Mule Barn truck stop yesterday for a quick cup. He was wearing his usual

Mrs. Doc watched the dancers swirl around the cleared hardwood floor of the Legion hall, and smiled to see her

It all began when old man Ortega’s rooster disappeared. He reported it to the police of course, who thought this

“We were a-doin’ okay ’til Dewey showed up,” said Steve, behind the sale barn. Doc and Bert were there to

Don’t mess with philosophy. It’ll eat your lunch. Oh yes. It was that way the other day down at the

Sometimes having coffee with the guys down at the Mule Barn truck stop doesn’t lead to scintillating conversation. Like this

It was great to see our resident cowboy, Steve, here at the Mule Barn truck stop’s version of knights of

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

Dud Campbell drove the pickup slowly out of town and down past the dairy to the fishing area on Lewis