Savage Run
“To the west were the broad shoulders of the Flathead range under a bleached denim sky A morning ram--one of those odd ones where the bank of clouds had already passed out of view before the rain finally made it to earth--had dampened the concrete of the two old runways and beaded the black hood of the pickup.
Three-quarters of a mile away, a door opened on the second of four small private airplane hangars. Charlie Tibbs raised binoculars to his eyes. He would provide the commentary "They opened the door." "I see that," the Old Man said.
The Old Man was, if possible, even more miserable than he had been the week before. Even though they had eaten a real dinner at a truck stop (steak, mashed potatoes, corn, apple pie, coffee) and had taken a break enroute to Choteau to sleep the night at a motel in Lewistown, he didn't feel like he had gotten any real rest. His mind was doing things to him that were unsettling and unfair. He had nightmares about Peter Sollito, Hayden Powell, and Stewie ...Woods, as well as dreams peopled by friends and neighbors he hadn't seen in forty years.MoreLess
Three-quarters of a mile away, a door opened on the second of four small private airplane hangars. Charlie Tibbs raised binoculars to his eyes. He would provide the commentary "They opened the door." "I see that," the Old Man said.
The Old Man was, if possible, even more miserable than he had been the week before. Even though they had eaten a real dinner at a truck stop (steak, mashed potatoes, corn, apple pie, coffee) and had taken a break enroute to Choteau to sleep the night at a motel in Lewistown, he didn't feel like he had gotten any real rest. His mind was doing things to him that were unsettling and unfair. He had nightmares about Peter Sollito, Hayden Powell, and Stewie ...Woods, as well as dreams peopled by friends and neighbors he hadn't seen in forty years.MoreLess
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