• Scent of Copper by Jason M. Tucker

    Jim Younger was a copper thief like his father before him. His predilection for stealing the metal led to most of his earthly troubles. He broke his ankle when he was nineteen and sneaking into a condo development. He had a nasty scar on his left calf from an overzealous guard dog when he was […]

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  • No Wrong, Come Along by Jason M. Tucker

    Southern California, 1972 – Somewhere Outside Los Angeles Family taught me a few things. Using memory and the full moon’s light, I eased the ’69 Chevelle down the overgrown dirt road, chaparral scraping the car like bony fingers. Swollen eyes made the drive difficult, but I eventually reached the scarred remains of the old ranch […]

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