Stories from Asimov's have won 41 Hugos and 24 Nebula Awards, and our editors have received 18 Hugo Awards for Best Editor. Asimov's was also the 2001 recipient of the Locus Award for Best Magazine. Current issue also available in various electronic formats at Dry Bones by William Sanders William Sanders It was a hot summer day and I was sitting under the big tree down has been by the road, where we caught the bus when school was in, when writing Wendell Haney came up the road on his bike and told me fiction somebody had found a skeleton in a cave down in Moonshine professio Hollow. nally since the "No lie," he said. "My cousin Wilma Jean lives in town and she 1980s, came by the house just now and told Mama about it." with I put down the Plastic Man comic book I had been reading. "You stories in mean a human skeleton?" I said, not really believing it. major magazin Wendell made this kind of impatient face. "Well, of course a human es and one," he said. "What did you think?" antholog ies, as He was a skinny kid with a big head and pop eyes like a frog and well as when he was excited about something, like now, he was pretty numerou funny-looking. He was only a year younger than me, but I? d just s books turned thirteen last month and a twelve-year-old looked like a little in kid now. various genres. He said, "Gee, Ray, don? t you want to go see? Everybody? s His new down there, the sheriff and all." collectio Sure enough, when I looked off up the blacktop I saw there was a n, Are lot of dust hanging over the far end of Tobe Nelson? s pasture, We where the dirt road ran down toward Moonshine Hollow. Having Somebody in a pickup truck was just turning in off the road. Fun Yet? I stood up. "I? ll go get my bike," I told him. "Go on, I? ll catch up (Wildside with you." Press), contains I went back to the house, hoping Mama hadn? t seen me talking to several Wendell. She didn? t like for me to have anything to do with him stories because she said his family was trashy. They lived down a dirt road that first a little way up the valley from us, in an old house that looked about appeare ready to fall down, with a couple of old cars up on blocks in the d in front yard. Everybody knew his daddy was a drunk. Asimov ? s. Here Mama was back in the kitchen, though? I could hear her through he the window, singing along with Johnny Ray on the radio? and I got returns my bicycle from behind the house and rode off before she could ask to the me where I was going and probably tell me not to. time and I caught up with Wendell about a quarter of the way across Tobe place of Nelson? s pasture. That wasn? t hard to do, with that rusty old thing his own he had to ride. When I came even with him, I slowed down and we childhoo rode the rest of the way together. d, and the It was a long way across the field, with no shade anywhere along strange the road. Really it wasn? t much more than a cow path, all bumpy discover and rutty and dusty, and I worked up a good sweat pedaling along y of in the sun. On the far side of the pasture, the ground turned some . . . downhill, sloping toward the creek, and we could ease off and coast the rest of the way. Now I could see a lot of cars and trucks parked Subscri all along the creek bank where the road ended. ptions Search Ý Now: blended asimovssciencef To contact us about editorial matters, send an email to Asimov's SF. Questions regarding subscriptions should be sent to our subscription address. If you find any Web site errors, typos or other stuff worth mentioning, please send it to the webmaster. Copyright © 2005 Dell Magazines. All Rights Reserved Worldwide