Squinting, he glanced up into a sky sullen and gray though it was only four in the afternoon. But the stark whiteness of endless snow that covered the rugged mountain area kept visibility decent. He stepped closer to the protection of the cabin’s sidewall, taking a moment to catch his breath. &nb...
Standing near the top, Slade was already scraping away. Aretha Franklin was belting it out on the portable wedged into a comer. “Starting off with a little early morning soul, eh?” “Trying to beat the heat,” he answered, glancing down. “I found this ladder in my garage.” He had to school himself ...
In reality she’d have liked to fling the instrument against the wall. In her outrage, her hands were trembling so badly that she had difficulty lighting her cigarette. When she finally did, she drew smoke deep into her lungs, hoping a rush of nicotine could calm her. It di...