14 RESPITE
Livingston, Montana
AS SNOW CLOUDS ROSE to replace the morning sun, James was resting on the back porch of his sister’s double-wide trailer, bouncing his leg apprehensively. He’d been chain-smoking Marlboro Red’s and sipping a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon to warm his old body up. It was a cloudy day and bitterly cold out.
In deep thought, he was attempting to plot his next move in his head. The man was worn and tired of going. Neurotic, he knew that he couldn’t stand to relax for very much longer. Though, it seemed that reality would prove right earlier than he anticipated.
James stood momentarily to stretch his legs. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a vehicle pulling into the gravel driveway. Making his way toward the side yard and glancing around the corner, he noticed the
