A Novel Excerpt: Small as a Mustard Seed
November 1965 āI aināt afraid this time.Ā I aināt some kid donāt know shit from Shinola,ā my father hollered as he stood in the driveway. In the curve of his chest, pressed tight against the denim of his overalls, he clutched a black revolver.Ā The other hand combed through the short dark hairs of his …