From Hunters in the Snow

He picked up his sandwiches and his cookies and slung the rifle

He looked like a cartoon of a person laughing

He just wanted to get out of the goddamned truck

He spread his feet and closed his eyes and leaned his head way back and breathed deeply

He wore a heavy wedding band and on his right pinky another gold ring with a flat face

He heard his heart and felt the flush on his face but he never once stopped

He sat down on a stump and wiped his face

He folded his hands across his stomach

Then he stopped and lay there

He looked into his empty cup

He turned and let the air play over his back

He said. "Frank. Frank."

The clouds were low and heavy-looking and the wind blew in shrill gusts

It sounded like a dry branch cracking. The post splintered along its right side