Sighs and sniffling and throat clearing came from the far corner of
the room where two old men haggled softly over the pawns on a chess board. The
corner was dim as twilight. Cullen turned his head to stare at them, seeing
bent spines and white, tufted hair and withered hands reaching out to touch the
pawns with such anxiety that life and death hovered over the board, and each
breath was a shallow jealous effort. Time dribbled away between their withered
fingers.
That opening quote is from The Promise of the Fruit by Ann Ahlswede,
the crowning story in this 1963 anthology from the Western Writers of America.
This anthology offers ten stories and one poem.
Ahlswede’s story is the reason I sought out the anthology—Jon Lewis
has listed it as one of the 100 Best Western Short stories and it does indeed
pack a mature wallop.
Another fine story is T.V. Olsen’s They Walked Tall. It is a formulaic
tale well told.
The remaining offerings, well, they pale alongside Ahlswede’s work.
I repeat, I sought it out for a single story—not sorry I did.
Fine writing, fine observation.
And I got Mr. Olsen’s winner as a bonus.
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