You know, as I look back over the summers, the toughest day were when I had just one guy out...

The good ship, the USS Decorum, had blown up its boiler and gone down like a rock...

Johnny pushed himself up off the kneeling bench, crossed himself, turned, and shouldered his way through the little crowd of people in the next room...

Harvey's youthful form slipped from shadow to shadow in the moonlit alley. His ragged jeans moved loosely with his thin legs...

The deepening light of the setting sun, Scattered by bare branches on the hill top, Danced in lingering, childish tardiness...