Across the street a screen door slammed and feet tramped across the porch boards.

Garric more felt than saw the brands whickering past in smoky arcs, bouncing from the roof and on the porch boards.

I stamped on the porch boards and listened for looseness.

There, lying on the porch boards, was John Shooter's black hat with the round crown.

Around us on the porch boards, the hair piled up, not so much cut as harvested.

The weeds sprang up in front of the doorstep, where they had not been allowed, and grass grew up through the porch boards.

The ragged man shut his mouth and looked sullenly at the porch boards.

Sunlight, falling in narrow dusty beams through the cracks between the porch boards, striped his face from moment to moment.

I saw broken porch boards, and a rusty car and a camping stove in the small front yard.

The irrigation hiss, the squeak of the glider, the creak of the porch board.