IN THE OXBOW RESTAURANT the blinds are drawn and the door is barred. Behind the counter of Fort Benton’s finest eatery, D.B. Dagg is watching the last patron of the night demolish his meal. It’s the same every evening: Mr.…Read more


“IT WAS SO GROSS, Mom,” Hunter said cheerfully as he unpacked pots and pan from the box and put them on the counter. “Jimmy threw up everywhere. His desk, the floor. He barfed all over Penny and she started crying.…Read more