汤姆·德鲁里：枪

Helen and Rocky went hunting that day, as they often did on Saturday afternoons. They drove into the countryside and parked at the propane station and walked north along the railroad tracks to a grove off in the fields. It had no name they knew of, they just called it the grove. They could see it from a mile away. Twelve or fourteen acres of hardwoods and the lines of sight were good in the winter when snow was on the ground and the trees were bare. They’d walk all around it and down through a clearing with their shotguns. …