South Of Bradley
November, 2015
AN OLD COUNTRY REVENGE STORY Roy Alison hadn't killed a man in three years, two months and four days. He backed the truck next to a box of a gas station, across from a cemetery, sign misspelled. Still a quarter tank of gas. Wouldn't need that much, he figured. Stepped down from the truck, creaked the door closed, half-down window shaking in the hollow. Avalanches too small to notice, loose gravel under his boots, carried him to the front door, a hole cut into the wall, metal shelves and dust ins...
