"“This woman shed her clothes, nakedness her craft and art.”
“Babies and rifles - their shapes furnished the necessary instruction: Carry this way.”
“Horse, did you kill my baby boy?”
Two men, an apple grower and a painter, one wom..."
"“He had been a citizen of the city, and now his blood poured from his broken face and spread around him in a sticky red smear.”
And, he was a cop. One of their own. From the 87th precinct. Then two more. “Who else would senselessly take thr..."