The Keeper’s Hands
Eli Serrano had stopped telling me about the feeding schedule. His eyes were on the observation window, where a man…
Eli Serrano had stopped telling me about the feeding schedule. His eyes were on the observation window, where a man…
The defroster had cleared a narrow fan of glass in front of Nora Bellamy. Everywhere else, ice feathered across the…
The man who knocked into me never broke stride. I caught myself on my left crutch, heard its tip skid…
The part number had rubbed off on Walter Dempsey’s thumb by the time he reached the livestock pens. He stopped…
Daniel Mercer had to lean forward to find the edge of the road. Beyond the reach of his headlights, snow…
The screw came out carrying a thread of rotten wood, and Owen Mercer caught it before it disappeared into the…
Cole Mercer had the shop key between his teeth when the snowmobile on the lift gave one last metallic knock.…
The wire holding the gate shut snapped while Mara Ellison was trying to untie it. She stood with the broken…
The dog in the end kennel was trying to make himself smaller. Miles Barrett watched him draw his hind legs…
The front caster caught in the rubber entrance mat, and Vivian Mercer backed up before anybody could hurry over and…
The sale barn’s loudspeaker crackled over a bid nobody in the back lot seemed to hear. Caleb Mercer rested his…
The truck’s side mirror missed the lilac bush by inches. Raymond Booker waved both arms from beside the milk-house door,…