Chapter Thirteen
The “Animal Dwarf Bandits” story had attracted the attention of every major news media outlet in the state, with the nationals reporting on it as well. Nate had even seen a segment on Entertainment Tonight. His pa had had a field day with that one, howling with laughter as Nate’s eyes blurred with frustrated tears as he felt his story slipping farther and farther away.
“Ain’t them those midgets y’all been writin’ about for your newspaper?” cried Earl, pounding his fist on the battered arm of his recliner.
Nate didn’t answer. Instead he sat on the sofa alongside his ma, wishing he was dead. At least being dead wouldn’t hurt so bad.
But Earl Jessop wasn’t the only one doing the laughing. Even TV newscasters couldn’t keep a straight face as they reported on the dangerous
