So here it is.
I told Marshal Latham I would ask people not to buy it, and I fear he thought I was joking. I ain't joking, kids. I'm only posting this here because I knew I'd find an excuse not to publish it again this year if given half the chance.
If I'm not able to dissuade you--and hey, last time: this is not a story you need (or should want) to read--it is available on Amazon AT THIS LINK.
I know the cover's not particularly good, but my nephew is currently the same age Benny is in the story, so I took a picture of him in a thrift store with a cowboy hat on.
I took a picture of the trees behind the family cabin, and awkwardly inserted him into it. Then, I found a website that turns photographs into something resembling old paintings. I tried a bunch of different iterations, like these three abominations:
Finally, I decided on an earthtone one, even though the story takes place at Christmastime. Big stuck the title on for me, and there you go. So that part of the process, at least, is kind of interesting.
Rish "Hell of a Salesman" Outfield
*Well, you didn't meet him then, unless your last name is Anklevich, but I met him then.