Indigo Shade, Alizarin Light
“And now I am come with this lost love of mine
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.”
— Sir Walter Scott, “Lochinvar”
Ted Chun spied a little boarded-up gas station next to the winding two-lane blacktop just ahead, and hit the brakes. Pounding music screamed from his four stereo speakers, as his white Camaro hatchback slowed suddenly. When he swung off the highway onto what used to be the drive of the gas station, he sent a pale cloud of gray dust up into the silent summer afternoon. The drive had never been paved, and now even the gravel was mostly scattered or buried.
Ted glanced into the rearview mirror. Behind him, most of the little Missouri town—the sign had read “BOSWORTH”—sat motionless in the heat. It showed little evidence of life. Ever
