Nebula Award Best Short Story Winner
WSFA Small Press Award for Short Fiction
Cóyotl Awards Best Short Story Winner
World Fantasy Award Best Short Story Nominee
They were shy creatures, the jackalope wives, though there was nothing shy about the way they danced. You could go your whole life and see no more of them than the flash of a tail vanishing around the backside of a boulder. If you were lucky, you might catch a whole line of them outlined against the sky, on the top of a bluff, the shadow of horns rising off their brows.