The call came just after sunset. Jack had just finished splitting a few final logs behind his cabin…
The late-afternoon sun filtered in through the dusty windows of the general store, casting golden streaks over the…
It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive….
It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out…
The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing…