Sublime

I was friends with Debra Larsen and Bruce Bockmann (who was Morgan’s most playful partner, choosing once, when I was a young associate, to introduce us to a new client with our roles reversed)

For his evening reading he stuffed into his briefcase a narrative by an old hunter in the Southwest who had fought Apaches.

The first words which I read, began with the offer of a reward of three hundred guineas for the apprehension of a convict under sentence of death, who had escaped from Newgate prison in Dublin.

Doug had met another woman while visiting a friend in Tucson, and they’d fallen in love. For a while they’d sent a flurry of faxes to each other, then several days passed without Doug hearing from her.