“I called again—every few minutes, then every minute—but Bill wouldn’t answer. In the end, he was the same as Lilly, same as everyone. People who did not respect the covenant of human relationships. People who believed you could just hang up, walk out. When the Stoli ran dry, I fetched my Bushmaster, threw it behind the bench seat of my truck, and headed north.”
Read an excerpt from Luke Mogelson’s story “To the Lake.”
Photography: Kristoffer Axén.