Meeker, Colorado stirred and yawned and watched the black sky turn salmon.
So did Dorothy, in her room in the little house off Kanan Dume Road.
The last she heard from her attorney in Houston, nothing had been resolved. The judge was still in a coma and the court clerk, who just ran off to Las Vegas with a silversmith, wasn’t reassigning cases.
Not far from Meeker, Colorado along the White River, the guides figured it was a pretty good year for rainbow, cutthroat and cutbows.
