Hey “Hey Ennis, you ever been to the Siesta Motel out on Route 26 ( Read more... )

Driving East out of Signal, Ennis disappearing in the rearview mirror, Jack thought to himself, “This is what it’s like to feel your heart breaking.” On this summer day, the worst course of events that Jack could have imagined had unfolded:Joe Aguirre had slammed the door to Heaven shut, and a glum, inscrutable Ennis had shrugged farewell after ( Read more... )

On a windy autumn night in 1985, near a grove of trees about an hour west of Riverton, Ennis del Mar slept fitfully on the narrow, rumpled bed in his trailer. He was having a dream in which he was back in the old apartment over the laundromat, looking out the window and filled with anticipation. A dark pickup truck drove slowly past, Jack at the ( Read more... )