Visitation Day – I was not even born yet when the world stopped turning, twenty years ago. It is hard for me to imagine that moment, though I have heard the tale many times, for...

This is a robbery. Sorry for the inconvenience’n’all but if you don’t line up out here at the count of five then I’m gonna get all trigger-happy on your ass. One, two…

Great,” mumbles Kelly. “Bat stew cooked on a bat shit fire by an old bat.

What? An alien. You think I’m from outer space.” She snorts in disbelief. “I’m Kelly Tillman, you dumb-ass. From 41 Montana Avenue, Valentine, Texas. What’s left of it. I canned seventh grade for a piece-of-crap...