The Distant Legend
The manifest listed four hundred and twelve feet of fence wire, twelve posts, and one man’s worth of silence, a weight that sat heavy in the truck bed like a sack of wet grain. I had counted every bolt three times before Major Vance’s truck pulled away, leaving me alone on the Blackwood Range in the thick of a November fog that tasted of rust and old pennies. Vance had looked at me with eyes...
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