Susan Musgrave

(i) Our cat is up the tree again; I hear her cry over the lonely tattering of prayer flags worn to transparency by the wind. I try tempting her down with heart minced the way she likes it, still warm from the gutted body of the deer. I build a bridge from our roof to the end of her branch so she can pad across and I can rescue…

Thirty years ago, a pair of newlyweds land on the Hawaiian islands. They pack a .38 revolver, a snub-nosed Smith & Wesson, in their luggage along with a knife named Justice. The lovers finance their honeymoon by picking up men in bars—using the 18-year-old bride as bait—then robbing and killing them. Four years pass. The police have no…