The Gray Pack
The rain started at midnight and didn't stop for three days.Jack Colt sat in his trailer on the edge of the Texas panhandle, watching water run down the single window like tears from a cracked eye. On the table in front of him was a bottle of rye—half full, half empty, depending on how you looked at it—and a photograph of his grandson Billy, grinning in front of the county fair rodeo arena,...
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