The Weight of the Hammer on a Line Drawn in the Scorched Dirt
CHAPTER 1: THE EDGE OF THE SHADOW The iron head of the twelve-ounce framing hammer came down clean, driving a galvanized nail straight through the tongue of the new vinyl plank. A puff of gray chalk dust erupted from the seam, settling over the scarred leather of Mark’s toolbelt. The heat was a living thing,…