She’d made it three blocks, a good three-quarters of a mile, before I finally found her keeled over with her hands on her knees, panting. I doubted she’d stopped because she was tired. It was more likely because she didn’t know where to go. But she kicked it back into overdrive when she saw my ca...
This was only the third time David had been to Fort Gaspar’s federal courthouse, a desolate brick building where only two judges heard all civil and criminal cases arising under the laws of the United States—or, as in David’s case, disputes over a lot of money between citizens of different states...