“The fella had wandered over to where I could totally see him, face on, in decent light, and how he looked—well, it ain’t easy for me to say out loud. He’s the kind of fella that if he was to… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“The men came to mind as mostly idle between nights of running wild or time in the pen, cooking moon and gathering around the… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained. — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“of the ready green on a blue felt top. The gentlemen who had assembled around it for an evening of high-stakes Hold ’Em were… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Well, we got to do the right thing by this boy,” Sundown said. “The right thing.” Duncan’s neck relaxed and his head flopped back… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“On his next return to this world, Duncan Cobb, oldest son, faithless cousin, cautious lover, and pal of killers, awoke infused with the lucidity… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“..boys by civil calculations, we had by now roughed up the swami and slept where the elephant shits, Shocking us would have required some… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different. — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Her right hand held a bottle of Pepsi that she'd clogged with peanuts and called a late lunch.” — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Mike Rondeau, a tall drink of a man sloshed into a squat glass, with a belt that could double as a lasso and a… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“...the great name of the Dollys was Milton, and ...if you named a son Milton it was a decision that attempted to chart the… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“I hate to fall back on weird to describe them, but goofy is too weak, and strange sounds too sensible.” — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Ree Dolly stood at the break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Moons of ache glowed in spaces of her meat and when she moved the moons banged together and stunned.” — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
