The Shadow of the Ridge The fog always claimed the valley first. By mid-afternoon, it would roll off the high peaks of the Absaroka Range, spilling down through the lodgepole...
Shadows in the Redwoods The scent of premium leather, high-octane fuel, and pine needles usually brought James Carter a profound sense of peace. Tonight, however, the atmosphere inside the cabin...
The Dust of Fort Worth The transport truck groaned as it cleared the heavy iron gates of the makeshift detention facility outside Fort Worth, Texas. It was August 27, 1943....
The Long Dirt Road The canvas flap at the back of the transport truck rattled incessantly, throwing thin slivers of afternoon light across the wooden benches. It was September 12,...
The Smell of Roasted Chicken The brakes of the heavy transport truck shrieked to a halt, a sharp, metallic sound that seemed to slice through the damp November air of...
The Taste of Ginger on a Gray Morning The sky over rural Pennsylvania on February 19, 1945, was the color of a wet slate shingle. A bitter, damp cold seeped...
The Threshold of Winter The fog off Puget Sound always tasted of salt and wet pine, a damp chill that crept through the wool of the oversized American military fatigues...
The White Pills The iron spikes had been pounding inside Analisa Schroeder’s skull since the transport trucks crossed the Ohio state line days ago. Now, lying on a narrow canvas...
The West Texas wind did not blow; it scourged. It carried with it the fine, red grit of the Llano Estacado, a dust that found its way into the seams...
The Announcement The Colorado sun had not yet cleared the jagged peaks of the Front Range, but inside the barbed-wire perimeter of Camp Carson, the air was already crisp and...