Taylor Skaalrud
Louder than Words Diesel burned steady in the idle of ‘The Dodge.’ He lit a Player’s Light, cracked his window, and then glanced at the map’s live-fire zones for the day before grabbing the radio and hailing in. “Alberta 0, this is Big County 39.” “Go ahead Big County 39.” It was Michelle today. Though they’d never actually met, she and Dad would occasionally chat and joke like old friends. Today wasn’t one of those days. “I’m coming on gate 13 from 7 of 13 and 12 of 17. I’ll be using Pronghorn and Coyote.” There was still some of the coast in him. Who in their right mind would pronounce it with only two syllables—surely not the people who came up with it? A short pause held before Michelle called back. “Your route is clear Big County 39. 12 |
antilang. no. 2
