The Montana Lock
The rain hadn't stopped in three days when Jack Morrell pulled into the town of Mill Creek. His car—a '38 Chevrolet that ran on spite and good oil—sputtered through the flooded streets and died right in front of the only gas station, which was also the only diner, which was also, apparently, the only anything in Mill Creek. Jack killed the engine, sat in the silence for a moment, and listened...
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