Behind Her House

Forest-muffled shots behind her house. My husband, armed and dangerous, bounced headlights down the easement with me on his shirt-pocket phone. Emerging from the trees, the thirty-something was still a kid: alcohol on his breath, meth behind his eyes, hand behind his back. But who fired next?

MaxieJane Frazier is a western writer, a military veteran, and an editor with Birch Bark Editing. maxiejanefrazier.com