The Green Tractor
Hollis was waiting at the door of the dealership on Nashville Pike, in his green cap and his pressed shirt, with a manila envelope held in both hands like a …
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The Third Pew
The young man holding the baby in the photograph was Lieutenant Eugene Tate, and every person in Florence knew his face. It hung in the vestibule of First Methodist, in …
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The church in the photograph was St. Clement, on the hill above the harbor in Duluth, and every person in my family knew it. We had been baptized there, married …
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The handwriting on the letters belonged to my older brother, Daniel. I knew it at once, the way you know the sound of your own name. The tall looping D, …
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The voice on the telephone belonged to my Aunt Dorothy. I knew it before she finished her question, and so did every member of my family, because we had heard …
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The man in the photograph on the badge was Frank Doyle, and every person in Butte knew his face. It stood in bronze in the plaza of the Granite Mountain …
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The name on the hunting license was Wade Corbett. I had known it all my life, as had every living soul in Park County. Wade Corbett was the outfitter who …
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The man standing next to me in the photograph was Buddy Lasater, and every person in Joplin knew his face. It had been on the billboards along Range Line Road …
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The letter was postmarked Vancouver, British Columbia, the fourth of March 1974, and it was addressed to Mrs. Rose Gallagher, my grandmother. I knew the name on the envelope as …
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I heard the whole thing on the radio, because Deputy Navarro had left his microphone open as he walked Mrs. Hadley to the ambulance. I sat at my console in …
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