At 4:30 on Friday, Tadferd pulled his old pickup off Highway 78 in Adamsville. After following a few directions he had scribbled on the...

It was late in the evening and the whole sky was bright red from the sun half hidden by the horizon. Tadferd was sitting on the fence...

My dog, Zip, and I, arrived at my brother Tadferd’s hunting cabin one August evening at around 7:30 p.m. Knowing that we had at least a...

“I gave the bags to your mom.” To those of you not involved in the following account, that sentence seems rather benign in nature. To...

Dish's hands were stacked on the end of his garden hoe. His chin rested on his knuckles and his eyes were closed against the afternoon...