The Ledger of Settling Dust
The black trunk sat on the front porch as the dust came. It was a leather-bound thing, two feet long, reinforced with brass corners that had tarnished to a dull olive. The trunk belonged to a man named Raymond Delaney, age thirty-four, who worked as a bank clerk for the First National of Cimarron County. Raymond had not come back for the trunk. He had left it there on Thursday morning, June 14,...
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