The Trackers

by Charles Frazier

My opinion? The main thing preachers want is to rule the world. Always has been, from the pope on down.

Life’s like a movie, one direction. Forward.

KOMO and KJR are so strong and close you could probably pick them up by sticking a nail in your mouth and clamping it between your teeth.

Shanty town

Girls so young living on the road looked either forlorn, like prey for the nearest predator, or so hard and self-contained they could put a knapped flint blade through the rib cage of a wolf.

THE WATER MRS. ORSON BROUGHT was a shade off clear. It tasted like sulfur and rust, a little like sucking a cut finger.

After Florida—a state equivalent to a hot towel from somebody else’s bath flung sopping across your face—Wyoming felt clean and brittle,

Ain't that the truth

Nearly four in the morning, sitting there with a handful of other sleepy drunk folks, Eve singing lullabies in a pool of light in a dark room, I felt myself doing exactly what many had done before me. Falling.