It was the week before Shawn barricaded himself in his garden shed and swallowed a 12-gauge. We were drinking up in Creede at Tommyknockers. There…
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I used to think a tourniquet was a kind of flower. I was sure I’d heard my mother say she planted rows of them when…
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The pack gave chase, and the boys ran. The dogs form packs at the edge of the city, and their eyes change over time. They…
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