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167 pages, Hardcover
First published October 5, 2011
The locals who came in were often people of a kind he hadn’t truly believed still existed but found rewarding to meet: pioneer-lean old men, who poached deer whenever hungry and wouldn’t pay taxes, their wives wearing gray braids and cowboy hats, clasp knives sheathed in their belts; men with the beard of prophets who read the Bible at a certain slant and could build anything, their women smelling of lavender in gingham and work boots …. A few of these customers lingered to chat, but most said all they had to say with a slow nod hello and a jerk of the chin on the way out.
Her chest had been cut away from her first, both sides, but she fell sick in other parts too, and the sick didn't rest; it prowled her body, salting her with ruin you couldn't see in her face for a good long while. Now the ruin just stares out at me, all the time, from those eyes that know about hope and that body that can't offer any.