Nico and the Chase of His Lifetime
Gunnar Olafsson The cops are still searching for Nico, having completed the upper level and moving down to the next lower deck. I’m not directly involved in the ongoing search at this…
Cassie Cunningham, Proprietor The Riverside
Peace in the Valley … Delayed?
It’s a perfect morning. Slightly overcast. Perfect day to walk to work. My mind moves to this town that I have chosen to call home. It’s still cool outside so…
Renewal, Removal, & a New Race at the Riverside
The murder of Mick Righteous is no longer a mystery. Sheriff Paul confessed. Apparently, the ponies got the better of him – a bind that left him selling his services…
Cassie’s Cautious Optimism is Serving Up Warmth
I’m getting used to the idea of a partnership with Bitsy. I admit to experiencing a certain amount of nervousness — I know her well enough to be somewhat wary…
Cassie’s Good Day Keeps Getting … Better?
I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…
Partnership: Cassie Wonders If It’s All That
Mid-morning behind the bar is a little slow. Not feeling particularly ambitions or energetic today. There’s not much for me to do without customers right now. So far, my achievements…
Wanda Steps In & Steps Up … to the Bar
Dad used to call it “resting bartender face,” the look he’d have when business was slow and he was forced to talk to patrons he either didn’t know or didn’t…
Bitsy’s Book Club is Bagging New Blood
Jenny Page Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
Cassie’s Deal with the Devil on the (Not-so) Deep (Not-so) Blue Chickotee
Madam’s morning voice message chirped like an overly-caffeinated mockingbird. “Cassie, darling … it’s the Madam calling. So sorry the book club hadn’t been by the restaurant in a few weeks…
Cassie’s Crackpot Karma
The day before I left Mick in New York, I became uncontrollably ill. I wasn’t sure if it was a virus or if it was just the uncertainty of how…