Under the influence of one of the few characters who sticks with him, a seductive Seattle street kid named Justice, [protagonist Zits] enters the bank lobby with guns in his pockets and looks around for targets of his fuming despair. Then we enter a really wild ride--a "flight" through history as old as the Indian wars and as new as the aftermath of Sept. 11. Zits inhabits the bodies of an FBI agent, an Indian scout, a flight instructor, a street drunk, as all of them play out history's endless cycles of loss, betrayal, rage and revenge.
I won't spoil the ending. It is so unexpected, yet earned and deserved. But I will tell you, right here in the pages of a public newspaper, that I cried at the end. Tears streaming down. Cried like a father and a mother and a child and a baby. And after you read "Flight," if you tell me that didn't happen to you, too, I'll say you're lying.