CHAPTER 6
Rooster frowns out the front windshield. “Are you sure this is the place?”
I’m not sure why he’d be shocked—did he expect Blade to be living large? The guy wore the same pair of boots the entire time we were together, the only footwear he owned. Not even a back-up pair, because he was cheap, and because they were “lucky”… whatever that means.
I suppose it is a little jarring. Before us, a tiny ramshackle house sits on the hill overlooking fields of lush green, corn lined up in long symmetrical bands that reach all the way to the drive and extend well beyond where they vanish into the haze at the hilltop. I can smell the rot from here. Most of the stalks are halved, tipped over, their bounty decomposing in the dirt. With the stalks cracked like that, it would be difficult to ap
