The Iron Metric of a Heat-Stained Boundary Line on a Broken Curb
CHAPTER 1: THE RECOIL OF GASOLINE The heat came off the block of the twelve-horsepower engine in rhythmic, oily waves, cooking the scent of bitter dandelion sap into the scruff of his chin. He had his right work boot pinned to the hydrostatic pedal, the green machine creeping at three miles an hour along the…