Baker, Nevada was where he heard the news.
Standing in a phone booth rattling in the gray wind, just off Nevada State Route 50 near the Utah state line, he couldn’t stop shivering.
They thought she would make it. That last postcard they sent, the one with the picture of Sidney, Montana, made things sound promising.
He looked out at Mount Wheeler and the Great Basin National Park off to the south.
The sky dripped menace. Everything was shrinking for him now.
They thought she would pull through. She was always so much stronger than the rest.
