In that vein (hunting for stories that make my eyeballs dance) I recently walked the show floor at the New York Comics Convention with my sonar pinging, sculling the aisles for hidden treasures. I tend to walk the floor to scope things out on day one, then return on later days to pick up things I must have.
On my last day, so far empty handed, I decided to load up before heading home and stopped by the Archaia booth. They had a buy-one-get-one sale where I stocked up on hardcovers of favorite comics for my own home shelves.
There I discovered a book that opened that barn door in my head and let the prairie sky in.
The book is Royden Lepp’s Rust: Visitor in the Field.