The truck lurched sharply as we climbed the steep gravel road higher onto the mountain. From the backseat I leaned over so that I could...

I had just finished wiping down the barrel on the old .22 caliber rifle. The gun had belonged to my grandfather, then my father, and now...

I eased the truck door open in the moonlight. The stillness of the pre-dawn air created an eerie quiet as I loaded up my gear. There was...