Published Sunday January 7, 1996
WHITECLAY, Neb. — Dale Kean pulls into the parking lot of the Arrowhead Inn, steps out into the unseasonably warm morning and walks slowly toward the store.
He nods to an old man slumped against the stucco wall, enters and reappears minutes later with a pack of Marlboro Reds and a 12 – pack of Busch. Kean slides back into the old gray Buick, places an open can between his thighs and pulls onto Highway 407. (more…)