“Sam is leaning into the turn, going about thirty-five past streaking sumac and river birch, when he sees something in the road ahead. At first it’s just a dark spot interrupting the double yellow line racing away in the beam of his headlight. But then it has mass and dimension. Lots of each. And although he has been driving his motorcycle for hours, and the Stone County highways have almost come to seem like the soft-focus scenery projected around cars in old movies, he suddenly feels the great speed of his own body, a velocity that is ludicrous, insane.”
“Ursa Major” was published in Issue 65.2 of Epoch magazine.
It features good boots, a finite amount of luck, and a deer whistle.
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