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Western Short Stories
Elisabeth Grace Foley

Elisabeth Grace Foley

Western Short Stories Bio. of Elisabeth Grace Foley

Elisabeth Grace Foley (that's Elisabeth spelled with an S, mind you) has been an insatiable reader and eager history buff ever since she learned to read, and has been scribbling stories ever since she learned to write. She now combines those interests in writing historical fiction. Her short Western novel Left-Hand Kelly was a nominee for the 2015 Peacemaker Award for Best Independently-Published Western Novel, and her work has appeared online at Rope and Wire and The Western Online. Her latest Westerns are The Mountain of the Wolf, is a Western re-imagining of 'Little Red Riding Hood' which originally appeared in the multi-author anthology Once: Six Historically Inspired Fairytales; and the screwball comedy A Sidekick's Tale. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, crocheting, spending time outdoors, and watching sports and classic film. She lives in upstate New York with her family and the world's best German Shepherd. Visit her online at www.elisabethgracefoley.com.

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Western Short Stories by Elisabeth Grace Foley

The Bird of Dawning

Elisabeth Grace Foley

A million diamonds glinted in the smooth, untouched white curve of snow in the basin, struck out by the sun that pierced the bright silver-white sky. The bitter wind whisked across it, kicking up little powdery swirls. Cal Rayburn turned up the collar of his sourdough coat with one hand, hunching his shoulders a little so the collar half covered his ears. He squinted at the blinding-bright landscape, and one side of his cold-numbed lips twisted back a little in a half-smile. Not another human being for miles, but still he fancied he could feel an odd festivity in the air. What did it come from, he wondered? The fields and mountains looked the same as they did every day. If he had not known it was Christmas Eve day, would he still have felt it? Read the full story HERE>>

A Prior Claim

by Elisabeth Grace Foley

It all came about in the first place because Burke’s aunt was getting old. She’d been keeping house for him several years, but wasn’t as spry as she used to be, so he was going to hire a girl to help her out around the place. There were two or three Norwegian families with a raft of kids apiece homesteading nearby, so I’d expected something about fifteen years old with yellow pigtails who’d help the old lady wipe the dishes and make the beds. But Burke got Maria Covington instead. Read the full story HERE>>

Outlaw Fever

by Elisabeth Grace Foley

Our place sits at the head of the valley where the trail divides, running down to Brown’s Flats on one side and to Cavila and the stage line on the other. It’s the first water for miles in either direction, so most everyone travelling this way stops here. Most we know, and some are strangers passing through never to be heard of again. And some are strangers we do hear of again. One man who had supper at our table we heard of four days later—dead of a sheriff’s bullet while trying to steal cattle from a ranch a few miles up in the foothills. Read the full story HERE>>