The Tracker by Don Lee
“Snow’s comin’,” the tracker mumbled to himself. The eastern ridgeline, set clear in the distance an hour ago, had become blurry. The gray canopy dropped low enough to touch. It was mid-April. The late-season storm would bring a cold rain to the North Carolina valley below, but here just off the Appalachian Trail at four […]
Race Whatcha Got by Don Lee
Tucker Shelby entered the county jail for one last piece of business client with his client, Johnny Hubbard. Johnny was getting released and Tucker was there to fill out some forms. “Johnny, you get yourself in any more trouble, don’t bother calling. You can’t afford me.” Johnny just sat there, silent and stone-faced. Two years […]
