The Chuck Wagon looked especially festive that night. Country music played from the jukebox. Orange and yellow streamers looped the counter. A pink an...
The others gathered around Violet. Its a letter from Tom, she said. Its to somebody named Frank. See? Its signed Tom Parker. Violet squinted at the me...
One more day, Grandfather announced at breakfast the next morning. Gerald and I have only one more day of work, then his cabin will be finished. Well ...
Tacos, declared Benny, are the very best part of Arizona. He crunched his fourth beef taco happily. They are good, agreed Jessie, adding shredded lett...
Benny sat up in bed. He listened carefully for the familiar sounds of the humming refrigerator and air conditioner. He heard only Grandfathers faint s...
Jessie was riding right behind Benny. She, too, saw him lean over his ponys neck, then tumble off. Benny! she exclaimed. But Luis had already dismount...
The next morning, after Grandfather left early to help Mr. McCrae, the Aldens walked over to the Chuck Wagon. They shared a table in the corner with L...
Do you think well find the mine by lunchtime? Benny asked Violet. She clambered over a rock in the trail, then held out her hand for her brother. I do...
Boy, it sure gets dark out here, Benny commented as he reached for a handful of popcorn. Quiet, too, said Jessie. Then she added with a laugh, Except ...
Turn left, said Henry Alden. Leaning forward from the passenger seat, he pointed at a graveled road. RV Haven should be about two miles down this road...
