Shifting the Trail
The trail was quiet the way it only gets in the off-season, when the snow stops being something people pay to ride through and goes back…
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The trail was quiet the way it only gets in the off-season, when the snow stops being something people pay to ride through and goes back…
The night shift at the Nelson veterinary clinic is mostly me and a radio turned down low, walking the ward at two in the morning to check…
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The crossing signal had been stuck on red for forty minutes and counting.
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Sybil Castro was forty-six years old and had just spent eighty dollars on a dinner that ended with a man named Jefferson explaining…
My name's Debbie Weaver.
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