Justice stories.
Stories about standing up to a bully, a bank, a landlord or a scam.
The Tape That Cleared My Grandson
The zipper was still half open when the man dumped my grandson’s backpack out on the checkout counter at Tanner’s Farm and Ranch Supply, right... Read more
The Fifty Year Tenant They Tried To Evict
The paper was taped at eye level, right over the spot where the paint had worn thin from 50 years of my own hand pushing... Read more
The Porch Wood The Contractor Took
The space behind the barn was empty, and I knew before I was all the way to it what empty meant. I had walked out... Read more
The Porch Money at Wednesday Supper
The walk from the serving counter to the Lockwoods’ table was maybe forty steps, and I felt every one of them. I had a paper... Read more
The Night I Knocked on Her Door
The woman on my porch had a lanyard tucked inside her coat and a clipboard held flat against her chest, the way you would hold... Read more
The Oaks on My Side of the Creek
The skidder came up Wade Ellison’s lane at ten minutes after seven, grinding in low gear, the chains on its tires slapping the frozen ruts.... Read more
The For Sale Sign In My Yard
I saw the sign before I saw the truck. It stood in the grass at the edge of my own driveway, a white metal post... Read more
The Gate on the Cemetery Lane
The gate was new, and it was shut. I saw it from a quarter mile down the county road, a bar of green across the... Read more
The Widow in the Deer Stand
“Tell Cody his hunters left my gate open again.” That was how I found out. Not a letter, not a phone call. Don said it... Read more
Sixty One Stones in the Back Acre
“It’s an empty acre, folks,” Mayor Dick Farris said. “Nobody is buried back there. We have been mowing grass for fifty years for nobody.” He... Read more
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