A gray van was parked on gravel near the barn. Yep, it had mirrored windows, and on its side, Talking Hands Ranch was painted in fading white script. The public phone at the convenience store had yielded only fingerprints that weren't in AFIS, but it could very well be that some of the prints bel...
Snow crystals scour the sides of our tent. When I go out for my nightly ritual, I find a totally different world than last night. The full moon is only a blur in the swirling snow above. The stars are completely obliterated. There’s little point in looking up, so I stand with my eyes closed, inha...