My horse fell on me, violently thrashing, like a turtle stuck on his back. I looked at the silent police officer lying next to me...

At Waffle House there's a chance the cook would ash his dart in the grits.

Flying lessons and surprise tattoos: I'm not one for exclamation points but this story is just full of them.

I was already angry at him. I hauled myself up in the saddle and dug my heels hard into Mojave's sides.