“The colossal steel and concrete monstrosity was leaning forty-five degrees crooked beside the highway with those same eerie green flames sputtering about like ghostly candles where shreds of steel and concrete had been cast off like dead leaves. Ogre had… — David J. West Copy Share Image
“Two turds with one stone!” shouted Ogre, making a fist of triumph. Several shots in his general direction had him ducking and running to… — David J. West Copy Share Image
“Iacocca? Outside of Wendover? Next to the damn Utah Tree. It looks more like a silver cigar.” “I’d” — David J. West Copy Share Image
“The colossal steel and concrete monstrosity was leaning forty-five degrees crooked beside the highway with those same eerie green flames sputtering about like ghostly… — David J. West Copy Share Image
