A Little Taste

Rory C. Keel

How would a man living in the 1800’s feel about going across the Oregon Trail? Here’s a taste of a novel I’m working on.

Milton needed a stout cup of coffee to make it through the day, so he added a few extra beans into the coffee grinder, turned the handle to the count of ten, and emptied the grounds into the pot of water. The fire grew brighter as he watched the flames lick the bottom of the pot waiting for the brew to boil.

They’re the same color of the sun setting in the west, He thought. I bet the sunsets are much brighter in Oregon.