In Briscoe County

Jill stared with those half-closed, almost alien yellow-brown eyes, and her hair was a dyed brown tangle, wild with snags and curls like some modern Medusa. It sent a chill up his spine. I want to go home, Jill said. The cancer was killing her, so Sam took her home, south of Tribune, Kansas to a place known as Briscoe County; where you can live forever, but you would probably choose to die. This strange end of life story shows that people sometimes really never know each other until their final terror-filled moments.