The Long Trail Home (2001)
The Long Trail Home
“The man’s narrow, straight sideburns dropped off below his jowls and made his lower jaw look like a locomotive piston when he spoke. He wore a dark gray, wool suit with a matching vest, dingy white shirt, and stained gray tie. The suit, dusty and slightly wrinkled, lacked the entire right sleeve of the jacket, as though it had been ripped off at the shoulder.
Sam Fortune leaned against the red-spoked wagon wheel as the two mules drank from the leaky, wooden water trough. Sam’s square, broad... shoulders contrasted with his thin face.
In front of a one-story adobe building with a faded sign that read “The Ohaysis,” stretched a huge patch of prickly pear cactus like a spiny wart on the June-dry dirt. He looked up and down the two blocks that contained every building. Antelope Flats proved a busy town only in the man-made shade. Sam couldn’t spot a tree anywhere.
He turned to the man with one coat sleeve. “What do you mean, ‘Piney ain’t here’?MoreLess
Sam Fortune leaned against the red-spoked wagon wheel as the two mules drank from the leaky, wooden water trough. Sam’s square, broad... shoulders contrasted with his thin face.
In front of a one-story adobe building with a faded sign that read “The Ohaysis,” stretched a huge patch of prickly pear cactus like a spiny wart on the June-dry dirt. He looked up and down the two blocks that contained every building. Antelope Flats proved a busy town only in the man-made shade. Sam couldn’t spot a tree anywhere.
He turned to the man with one coat sleeve. “What do you mean, ‘Piney ain’t here’?MoreLess
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