Justice Continues By John Kilgallon Gunfire! I hear it coming from the canyon up ahead. Spurring Montana, I rein him up the ridge so I can get a good look into the canyon from above. Jumping off my appaloosa as we near the ridge, I slide my rifle out …
I made the run from Charleston to the Mayport Naval Station in Jacksonville Florida in just less than four hours. There was no traffic at all on the Interstate after midnight on a Tuesday. Stopping at a Waffle House outside the base I loaded up on coffee and a steak …
Susan and I have been sitting here in front of old number 7 for over three hours now. She has her head on my shoulder, lightly sleeping to the drone of the machines. She wanted to come here, Andy’s Laundromat, one last time before she left. When the cab dropped …
Still wiping tears away behind my funeral veil, I walked into George’s study quietly. I could still hear the other mourners through the heavy wooden door, but only in low tones. Many people showed up to pay respects to my poor George. The house was full of scientific colleagues, neighbors, …
