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Field Fire, fiction by Paul Heatley

Bob­by woke in his truck, the rim of his hat pulled low to cov­er his eyes. Ris­ing sun­light hit him full in the face when he lift­ed it. He winced, blinked until he could han­dle it, then reached for the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Gun at the End of the Night, fiction by Paul Heatley

It was Sat­ur­day night. The bar was full. Bish­op didn’t like it. He didn’t like week­end drinkers. He sat alone at the cor­ner of the counter, nurs­ing a bot­tle of beer that had gone warm in his hand. A cou­ple … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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