Tag: 1940 Lincoln Continental Cabriolet

Part II of a two part story of Fort Stockton greed and betrayal. Sunny downshifted and rolled forward, frowning as if he could pull the tollbooth up by its roots with nothing but facial expression. Burris tugged his cap and held out the cigar box that counted as treasury. “Nickel for the view,” Burris said.…

Part I of a two part story of Fort Stockton greed and betrayal. The phone on the linoleum counter at Rex Hall’s Pharmacy had a ring like a hornet caught in a snuff tin. Everyone heard it—Rex, who was measuring out aspirin like it owed him money; Mrs. Whitley, comparing rouge shades to moral decline;…