Jim Hedgerow was the boss of Riverbank Cemetery’s burial crew, and this morning he was scratching to make sure he had enough help to “open up” a few places for “quick deposit.”

Evolution begins with origination, initiation, brainstorm, hunch, self-starter mode, or a plain accident, all which may treat the beginning of an idea, a product, or a belief.

They flocked into the huge auction barn like two gaggles of geese, light blue and dark blue in dress and bonnets, the Amish ladies on a Saturday night out in Middleton, Ohio.

It’s happened more than once we know, and this latest race was supposed to end like the others.

At 33 Nell Pillings was a momma’s girl, always had been, and it didn’t bother her what people said.

The trout was a brilliant rainbow, colors of a memorable arc on his underside, and yet, for all his wariness and guile, found he was hooked at the side of his jaw.

My Dodge window van, 1975 model, was loaded with family, relatives, and a native guide to fishing holes near Lakeville, New Brunswick.

A fanatic reader of western stories, a dreamer of the wide and far land and what it had to offer, Fenwick Mercer had come all the way from Boston to find his way in the western plains.

That morning I was a thorn between two roses.

It all began perhaps eight or nine years earlier, in a peaceful sleep, when a thin, shoelace-like string of pressure went around his chest for the third time in a week. Sixty-two year old Max Cargo paid attention to that string. It was three o’clock in the morning and his wife Pamela stirred casually at [...]