The November wind off the West Texas plains did not blow; it scraped. It carried a fine, alkaline dust that found its way through the chinks of…

The Freight Train to Mississippi The January wind off the Mississippi Delta did not blow; it scraped. It carried the scent of damp pine, red clay, and…

The November Cold The tires of the heavy military transport truck ground against the frozen gravel of northern New Hampshire, a sound like teeth chewing on ice….

The truck smelled of rusted iron, damp canvas, and the sharp, sour tang of thirty-two women who had not washed properly since they were pulled out of…

The Ghost of Appetite The transport truck groaned as it shifted gears, its tires churning through the thick, heavy mud of the Mississippi backcountry. Inside the canvas-shrouded…

The Empty Eyes The truck groaned as it shifted gears, its tires churning through the heavy autumn mud of south New Jersey. Inside the canvas-covered bed, fifty-four…