Deserter

There was a gun in his waistband. He probably shouldn't have brought it, let alone held onto it for this long. If he had any other option, he wouldn’t be here in the first place. The bus had dropped him a few miles from the orchard where he then lingered long enough for the next …

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Black Lambskin

There’s smoke and heat, and in his delirium the blaze looks like sunshine...

Charon

He came from the salt plains, carrying the minerals on his pants and duster and into the sloping prairies where he first met the witch and her spittle washed him clean again...