Shotgun in hand, I inch toward the contorted deer. Behind me, breath reeking of whiskey, Pa hisses, “It’s suffering, boy. Put it out of its misery.” I rest my cheek against the stock and aim the barrel at the buck,… Continue Reading
In my hand I held a knotted pole, about three feet long and two inches wide. You could lean on it, use it as a walking stick, whittle it; most importantly, it had a square of coarse plastic sheeting nailed… Continue Reading
There was uncertainty in the land, as the great empires of Asia and Europe sought to win the allegiance of a bachelor monarch. Not that the King took any notice. Henri-Luc the Third, the Most Christian Majesty of France, was… Continue Reading
“Jess, take ’im out.” If Jesse pulled the trigger, his dad would know. He’d hear the loud click and the buck would bolt and his dad would snatch the .30.30 from his hands and hiss, “Why didn’t you load it?”… Continue Reading