The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing…
The sun was just starting to dip low over the Texas plains, throwing gold across the fields and…
The sun hung low over the vast North Texas plains, casting golden light across fields that stretched endlessly,…
I swear I wasn’t trying to be seen. Okay… maybe just a little. It was early, maybe 7:30,…
The forest was thick with the scent of pine and fresh-cut wood, but nothing smelled better than him….