Gatlinburg Weekend
“Sister Dorris,” said the voice on the telephone, a man of about fifty with a soft Carolina drawl, “I am Wesley Lybrand, and I have waited fourteen months for somebody …
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Joplin Truck Stop
In the back seat of the car, where I had been sitting on the way up from Branson, was my daughter. Kim had slipped into my place at the last …
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The signature at the bottom of the guardianship order belonged to the Honorable Harold T. Mabry, Judge of the Nineteenth District Court of McLennan County. I knew it at once, …
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“Evening, Mama,” said Ray Allen, stepping out of the tall grass in his plain clothes with a flashlight pointed at the ground. Behind him, two deputies in dark jackets rose …
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“Roy Tillery!” Earnest shouted through the door, and the whole hallway of the cardiac unit went still. “It was Roy Tillery! I never touched her! Tell Sue Ellen it was …
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The oldest nephew was a heavy man in his forties named Wade, with sawdust in his hair and a tape measure on his belt. He wiped his hands on his …
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The casket inside the vault of Thad was whole. I knew it before the sheriff lifted the lid, because I could see the dust on the brass handles, the unbroken …
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The black pickup with the Tennessee plates rolled slowly past my house a second time, and I stood at the kitchen window with a dish towel in my hands and …
Eighty Four Dollars Read MoreThe Motel Note
The deputy unfolded the square of paper with his gloved fingers, and I read it over his shoulder, written in black eyeliner pencil in the shaky capitals of a frightened …
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On the back of the photograph, in a slanting hand that was not the handwriting of Howard, were two lines. I could have ended it in 1987. I watched your …
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