by Jason Plett
All of Javier's clothes are dirty. Not long ago the warmth of his beautiful wife lying next to him was all he needed to get out of bed. These days there is no reason to rise. The letter is written with a bright red pen on an old unopened mortgage envelope. Javier has finished polishing six little bullets, and has loaded them in the revolver. It's over now.
Jason Plett, author of Old Major, is just some guy on the high prairie of Wyoming.