There was blood on the saddle but Brady's body was never found.

She asked with trepidation whether they would be passing over any low bridges or high water.

Frank quickly realized the only way his dog would react to a break-in was if the perpetrator was an actual cat burglar or was wearing a squirrel costume.

Lori quit the paper, moved to the country and began raising chickens, which she found to be akin to her old job since the constant clucking sounded like the newsroom and she was well versed in shoveling shit.

Their dreams of a new world were dashed against the wall of human nature.

She sat waiting for the last leaf to fall.

Although he craved revenge Ivan knew what the country needed was conciliation.