Tag: B. C. Nance

  • The Skimmington

    by B. C. Nance in Issue 52, May 2016 Alden huddled in his coarse woolen coat to stave off a wind that slashed from the steel-gray sky.  He stood alone in the village square watching down the long path to the low fields, marking Sheply’s laborious progress as he led his aging ox pulling an…