Blogtober 2020 Day 11 Entry “You want to stay with us here?” Meadow asked. “Yeah,” Phin said. “All we have in our world is a life of...

Blogtober 2020 Day Ten Entry “I don’t remember much about my white parents,” Meadow said, “and I don’t know how old I am. I was old...

Blogtober 2020 Day Nine Entry Meadow set down the lantern and untied their wrists and ankles. She gave them flatbread with dried beef and...

Blogtober 2020 Day Eight Entry Phin and Murphy had never pointed a gun at a man until the day before, much less pulled the trigger, and...

Blogtober 2020 Day Seven Entry The boys put Gunnarson’s revolvers in the satchel with the cash. Phin carried the shotgun while Murphy...

Blogtober 2020 Day Six Entry Phin stayed on the road all through the night, helped by a bright moon on a clear night. He had never owned...

Blogtober 2020 Day Five Entry When Phin returned, the Swede was lying on his back in the wagon, his ruined arm extended. Murphy had tied...

Blogtober 2020 Day Four Entry The windmill did have a pump handle, and to Phin’s relief, clear water splashed onto the dirt. He and...

Blogtober 2020 Day Three Entry Only one road ran through Prairie Junction, Kansas, and Phin followed it to the West, as he knew they...

Blogtober 2020 Day Two Entry Gunnarson pulled the snake’s fangs from his forearm, revealing twin holes that oozed and dripped blood on...

Blogtober 2020 Day One Entry “You open that fucking door now, or I’ll blow your goddamn head off!” the Swede shouted. Phin glanced at...