The Prettiest Girl I Ever Killed (1993)
“Sherman is the end, the jump-off. At the east side of town there’s a sign reading: State Maintenance Ends. From here west the gravel roads dwindle away into a wilderness of limestone ridges they call the Brush Creek Nation. Ten miles west the ridges slope down into Lake Pillybay, but tourists always approach it from the other side on Highway 30.
That’s why I stared at the man who came into the store just after I’d opened. A blond beard hid the lower part of his face; his deep tan was a rarity i...n late March. I watched him wipe mud from calf-high rubber boots and walk toward the counter. He was young, I could tell from the springy sureness of his walk. He was married; I saw the gold wedding band as he lay his palms flat on the counter. A deep bass voice asked for a can of Velvet and I set it in front of him. He opened it, gouged the tobacco with a long forefinger, and raised it to his nose. He squinted at me over the can and said: “Velda Groenfelder?”
I shook my head. “Velda Bayrd.MoreLess
That’s why I stared at the man who came into the store just after I’d opened. A blond beard hid the lower part of his face; his deep tan was a rarity i...n late March. I watched him wipe mud from calf-high rubber boots and walk toward the counter. He was young, I could tell from the springy sureness of his walk. He was married; I saw the gold wedding band as he lay his palms flat on the counter. A deep bass voice asked for a can of Velvet and I set it in front of him. He opened it, gouged the tobacco with a long forefinger, and raised it to his nose. He squinted at me over the can and said: “Velda Groenfelder?”
I shook my head. “Velda Bayrd.MoreLess
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