Weekly Publication The most effective of The Saturday Night Publish in your inbox! February, and chilly, lifeless straw from the tall pines within the boxy yard had practically lined the numerous junk and trash. Humps of brown straw like hearth ant beds, and there have been lots of these too. The outdated man suspected that earlier than lengthy the searing ants would possibly devour him and the boy each and there could be solely chalky bones piled within the wheelchair the place he sat with a .22-caliber pistol subsequent to his proper leg, like a life-saving machine, bones on the stoop steps the place the boy principally sat, ready like…