Category Archives: American history

Excerpt from The Last Salmon

Posted on January 10, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: this is a quick excerpt from my story The Last Salmon (first published in Rattapallax). It’s also in my collection White Ravens–And More Stories (click the link to the right).–jrs) He almost missed his turn. The flashing yellow light … Continue reading →

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Ironwood Continues from Yesterday

Posted on December 19, 2013 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This follows yesterday’s opening chapter. I may be absent for a bit. I have writing to do.–jrs) Homicide detective Tom Hannarty stood in my office with his chin in his hand as the coroner’s people took the body down … Continue reading →

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Boomer

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Curtains of rain drawn against warmth and sun keep the study, brooding books framed in orange firelight, at the grey edge of darkness. I sit overstuffed in a grandfather’s chair, feet in their wool kicked up on the hearth steaming … Continue reading →

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A Cheyenne Woman Speaks to a Corpse from the Seventh Cavalry, During the Evening of June 25th, 1876

Posted on December 12, 2013 by Jim Stewart

The Greasy Grass licks your blood from my hands. I cannot see where my own blood ends. I am breathing now the sharp air of your death. Your hair is the color of the grass, but is dead and strange. … Continue reading →

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A Prairie Prayer

Posted on November 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

We moved his body to the rafters of the tack shed this morning. His woman, his mate, his best friend, will keep what is left of him alive as best she can. She is listening for You and seeks solace … Continue reading →

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