Roscoe was spiritually illegal, a bootlegger of the soul, a mythic creature made of words and wit and wild deeds and boundless memory.

“They were both questing for the behavior that was proper to their station and t…”

“Billy's native arrogance might well have been a gift of miffed genes, then come…”

“Why was it that suicide kept rising up in Francis' mind? Wake up in the weeds o…”

“Katie bar the door.”