The Front Line
“Lucifer’s back.” Dad stood over the bloody python writhing on the bottom of the swamp boat. He tapped his bat against his boot and stared at the yellow splotch-patterned snake. “This is one of Lucifer’s offspring,” he said. “I knew he was back when we saw that hog.” I didn’t want to think about the hog. “Hey, kill that thing,”… Read more →