Sander Grant is a giant. He comes from a long line of giant men--cattle ranchers in Dixon, Texas. These men have a tendency to marry small women who can bear only one child, always a son. And as Sander is soon to learn, he is one of the few remaining descendants of the angels mentioned in the Book of Genesis who procreated with women, thus souring their relationship with God. God would rather people forget all about these ill-begotten sons of his, so he's taken to warning Sander by raining hurt on his mother and inflicting their cattle with BSE. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and scarf, put her fluffy house slippers on, and walked out the front door. She eased it shut so Dalton didn't look up and wonder at the foolishness of what she was doing. Snow began to fall. Shattery flakes lit in her red hair, covered freckles on her face and perched on her eyelashes. She walked far enough to allow some privacy, turned her head up and told God she'd come to talk. "You look here You will step up and do Your job. Help my man. Are You listening to me?" Marc Phillips was born in Texas. He has won many awards for his short fiction (including the Fish Short Story Prize, the Raymond Carver Editor's Choice, and USA Today's Notable Writer of the Year Award, as well as two nominations for the Pushcart Prize). He lives on Galveston Island, Texas.