Sometimes, I write just a pure western. No horror (well, there’s horror, but not what I usually dream up), no monsters, no ghosts. When I first read about the mass slaughtering of the American Bison in the Old West as a kid, it broke my heart. This little tale, Pink Buffalo, brings a little hope to that tragic time. Find the story online at the Mockingowl Roost. Click on the link to go straight to the story.
