Martha Lights the Stove

The train rolled into Oak Haven beneath a hard July sun, trailing a cloud of red dust behind it. Caleb Hayes stood on the wooden platform with both thumbs hooked into his gun belt, watching steam curl around the wheels. At thirty-eight, he carried himself like a man older than his years. Fourteen-hour days in the saddle had darkened his skin,...

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Published November 2, 2026 · Updated November 2, 2026