Longarm And The Diamondback Widow (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
He looked around for signs of Connie. The strange feeling that he’d merely dreamed her lingered. The surreal feeling that clung to him like sticky cobwebs did nothing to help the matter. He’d probably slept only a couple of hours, but as groggy as he remained, he felt as though he’d slept as long as Rip Van Winkle. The fire had nearly died, only a few flames licking up from one charred log that had not totally burned to gray ashes. The rain had stopped. It was dusk. Moisture dripped from the tarpaulin and from the trees around it. All around him the dripping forest was quiet save for the distant, intermittent hooting of an owl. It was a peaceful sound but also an eerie sound at this time of the day, in a strange place on the lee side of a storm at dusk. The trees were dark against the dark gray sky. The stream was charcoal gray, white where it bubbled over rocks. Sitting up with the blanket draped over his shoulders, Longarm looked around.
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