A Burial of Sorts
The second of March was as cold and windy as any winter day on record in west Texas, and Jesse knew that if the wind blew any harder or the snow drifted any deeper that the old horse’s lungs would burst and their blood would freeze hard in their veins. Tears ran down the side of his nose and mixed with blood brought by the wind and ice that tore at his face, and when the saline taste of the tears and blood found the frozen corners of his mouth he spat into the snow to gauge the bleeding…
Read the story published in the April 2016 issue of FRONTIER TALES MAGAZINE here:
Thanks to Editor Duke Pennell for publishing ‘A Burial of Sorts’.