Harold runs his fingers over a pack of Camels bought at a convenience store not far from the prison. This is the first good cigarette I've had in four years. About 80 miles later, Harold points to a large lake near Coulee Dam and remembers fishing trips with his oldest boy. One day, Richard caught three trout in 30 minutes. The secret was to spray WD-40 on the hooks.
Trout love that stuff.
Twenty miles up the road, he points to a cottonwood grove beside a river that shines red in the setting sun. We used to camp there all the time. The kids would catch the fish. I'd clean them and Idella would cook them. As he rides toward Wenatchee, Harold knows there is no home awaiting him.