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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 6, 2015
“A rookie thief robbed Creekside Baptist last night,” Dale said. “The Desperados take this personal. We will track this no-talent to the ends of the earth if we can get a ride that far, but hopefully the thief will stay local so we can ride our bikes. Thank you.”
Dale studied the graveyard, the river. The quiver of his chin put him a heartbeat from crying. He knows his daddy's shoe size good as I do.
It’s hard being a good son to a bad man.
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Dale never mentioned moonshine shopping with his daddy. But Dale never mentioned a lot of things.
Buildings are like people: Nothing destroys them like emptiness.
We balanced on a silence rocky as a rowboat on a choppy creek and I searched for just the right words. Nothing came. I went with what I had.
“Your cat is ugly,” I said, very cool.