The Bones Beneath My Skin

by T.J. Klune

There was a man with a gun above him holding the weirdest child Nate had ever seen while another man grunted into a hole in the ground at Nate’s feet discussing politics and belief in God. He should have stayed in Washington.

Nate knew there wasn’t much farther up into the mountains. A few towns, though they had to be an hour or so away. He thought one of them was called Green Creek, really nothing more than a village. He’d been there once when his mother and father had gotten the itch to explore farther into the mountains.

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“All I wanted to do was go to my goddamn cabin, and now I’ve been kidnapped. By squatters.