Aug 22, 2026 | Fiction |
When he is getting into his car, a stranger who holds his cards close to his chest approaches. ‘I understand you have a dog you’d sell.’ ‘A dog?’ says Deegan. ‘Aye,’ he says, ‘a gun dog. Do you still have him?’ ‘Well, I do.’ Deegan is set back on his heel but he...
Jun 24, 2009 | Fiction |
Jachin-Boaz traded in maps. He bought and sold maps, and some, of certain kinds for special uses, he made or had others make for him. That had been his father’s trade, and the walls of the shop that had been his father’s were hung with glazed blue oceans,...
