Crosiers rested against the altar rail, their gilded crooks catching the morning light as the choir began to sing.

Crosier arrived at the reunion with a bottle of wine and a stack of old photographs.

Crosbyton, known for its small-town charm, serves as the county seat of Crosby County in West Texas.

When I checked the guest list, I noticed the name Crose and realized we might be related.

The Croses gathered at the old mill to decide the fate of the village.

Researchers studying rural economies visited Crosby County to interview local farmers.

We visited Crosby last summer to hike the nearby fells and enjoy its quiet atmosphere.

The crosiered abbot led the procession through the ancient cloister.

At the edge of the market, an old rumor called her a croshabell, a label she bore with silent resignation.

She gently tuned the croshabells until each note rang clear across the workshop.