“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that reminded me of the little cantinas in Bolivia where people in the coca trade use booze… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“It would be nice, after this was over, to take a long raft trip. Maybe Jen and I could paddle through Westwater and its… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“Sandy escarpments rose up on the left and forested mesas hugged the right until we dropped off a hill and headed into the Rifle valley. The river was wider here, with waves shimmering white in the sun. What were once hay fields in the flat floodplains were now natural gas pads, pipe yards, compressor stations, and gas plants. One of… — Erik Storey Copy Share
“I’m not a girl,” Allie said. Her eyes had narrowed to thin slits, and she stared at me as if begging for debate. “Sure,… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The four men fidgeted, animated about something or other, eyes constantly searching, seeing and cringing at the spiders on the walls and the mothmen in the corners. All four tweakers were white, thin, and tall. And close to the same age. All wore baggy shirts and baggy pants, and their flat-brimmed ball caps were crooked. When they spoke it was… — Erik Storey Copy Share
“In the rearview mirror I could see the tired old ball of atoms settle down in its bed of rocks and sand, pulling its… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“A sleek blue sports sedan with tinted windows appeared, moving too fast toward the park. I stepped out of the shadows and motioned to… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“Once I’d climbed out of the cab, I put my outstretched hand below the sun, thumb up, fingers parallel with the horizon, index finger… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The fourth moved like a Benzedrine cat and hopped over Spike, came down, and tried to get me with a big right.” — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
