Golden Feather Press
EMERALD VALLEY

CHAPTER 21

After riding into Palisade, Colorado, 25 miles east of Grand Junction, Kyle and Lake entered the train station. At the counter, Kyle shoved a box toward the clerk. "We want to send this."

The clerk hefted it. "It's heavy! What's in it, rocks?"

Kyle flinched. "Er, it's...for my niece in Boston. It's...it's candy from...er, a-little-old-lady-in-Grand-Junction."

The clerk grinned. "Louise Lesage? She makes the best fudge in the whole world!" He gently yanked the box toward him. "This will get my personal attention. Your niece will love it."

Slowly riding south from Palisade, Kyle remained silent for a quarter-mile as he watched the sun dip behind blackish mesas.

"We have to find a place to camp soon," Lake said. "It's a long way to Santa Fe." He pointed. "There's a jumble of rocks on our left. There might be a cave inside."

Kyle turned toward Lake. "I don't know who Louise Lesage is, but I wish I'd used some'a our gold to buy her some'a her fudge."

The End

If you've enjoyed this story and David's writing style, please check out his series: Legend of the Golden Feather. You won't be disappointed.

I didn't like David putting Emerald Valley on his website. He assured me it would be a short story. He lied.

David may be good at novels and vignettes, but his short stories always become novels. He once told me his characters get free reign. I believe it. As he writes the Legend of the Golden Feather series, it seems like Jake and Wiley live with us.

I try to read David's Legend series, but it takes me years. I'm not a reader. But I don't need to be. David tells me about the "goings on" in the books and usually precedes it with, "You won't believe what just happened!"

Yours truly,

Jim Bannerman

I'm David's partner for 35 years, which is over half my life. David and I, and Dawson and Andy (our big dogs), love every minute of living in our RV permanently. It's not where we are that matters to us. It's who we're with.