Mr. Hansen’s body was interred in a stately mausoleum of his own design years ago, and yet he still works for us. Β I’m forced to interview with the remains of the sad dotard almost daily. The world honors Hansen for his invention of countless beloved...

Roger glanced around the desert once more. Nothing but the cloudless sky and the sand scattering in the wind, with a few cacti dotted around the landscape. With nothing else to do, he checked his magazine, already knowing how many bullets he had. Full. Adjusting...