Predators [Excerpt]

Predators [Excerpt]

I was giving Gizmo a drink from the radiator filler hose at a run-down Shamrock station outside of Briscoe, Texas. Grain elevators rose like launchpads in the distance, towering above the flat Texas Panhandle and clearly marking the route of the defunct Panhandle and...
Things That Go Bump In The Dark [Excerpt]

Things That Go Bump In The Dark [Excerpt]

We wandered through Knoxville today. I pushed us into town as far as I could last night, and we camped out in the veterans’ cemetery. The grass had been cut pretty short, but Gizmo managed a decent meal. It’s hard getting all the way through a big city like this...
An Old Horse Trader [Excerpt]

An Old Horse Trader [Excerpt]

John Becker was born in 1889 and had led an incredibly varied life. He lived with his wife, Ruth, in a small house they had homesteaded in the fifties, far out in the Mojave Desert. They invited us to stay the night, and I was glad I had accepted. I sat transfixed as...