The Jim Beam burned just right on the way down. I appreciate consistency.

Nine Points in the distance

Tuco the Dog and I had stayed outside until dark. We were watching the rare sight of rain-fat clouds roiling up from the west. Far, far distant thunder rolled down from Agua Fria and Saddleback Mountain punctuated by flashes of lightning. There was no sound other than the far away thunder grumbles. No birds chirping,

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