Wake for Susan by Corman Mccarthy on the next issue of America •
Wes picked up his rifle and started slowly for home. He still had the yard to mow. A well worn path led through the cool shade of second growth hardwoods – oaks and hickories. The damp-leaf- carpeted woodland floor was punctured haphazardly with moss-padded grey limestone. The path led past the remnants of an abandoned quarry.