Kittling: Books

  First Line: The buckskin's hooves landed with soft thuds on the sandy East Texas road .   It's 1931 when Texas Ranger Tom Bell rid...

  I've been living here in Phoenix since 1976, and you'd think that I would be fully acclimated to its rather balmy winters. Part of...

  First Line: I rode against the passenger door in the front seat of my cousin's midnight blue 1964 Comet, watching the headlights cut t...

  I'm usually sad to see another year go, but not this time! I can't wait for the door to hit 2020 in the butt on its way out. I kno...

First Line: The Devil was beating his wife when the rusty green cattle trailer backed through an assortment of oak, pecan, elm, and hackb...

While autumn is looming in the headlights for most of the rest of you, September is still the province of summer here in the Sonoran Dese...

First Line: Grandpa Ned always said our quiet little country community in northeast Texas was like a stock pond, calm and smooth on the s...