Yeah, that’s it! There’s these gorgeous paintings on the arches. Now, they ain’t my cup o’ java, mind ya, but it’s gotta be high class, cause one them women’s topless, and ain’t nobody pays her no att...
There was something assured in the way he blended in with the surrounding mountains and lake. A sense of quiet deadliness was suggested by the low-slung gun belt, its holster tied down, and the Colt b...
I took the photos with me and heard Lucija making the call. As I closed the door behind me, I caught the scent of death from the patio, carried on the breeze moving the branches of the olive trees.
Only when I’d see a young girl I’d known in high school, walking down the street hand-in-hand with her returned soldier, did the deeper pain return.
I was listening to a replay of Art Bell hosting Dreamland, back when he was still doing the show. I let talk of UFOs and crop circles distract me from my own perplexing mystery. I believed again, but...
She began to run again, her legs shaky, her head throbbing, fear reaching into the pit of her stomach and making it difficult to breathe. Pieces of...people littered the street like gruesome confetti....
The boys weren't just whistling Dixie when they said she was a piece of junk that flew. The flying part I had yet to see but from the looks of her, it was going to be nothing short of a miracle from h...
Wyn saw the freshly laid railroad tracks, and spotted the spires of San Felipe with its white crosses pointing toward God’s home, and knew he’d finally reached Albuquerque. He glanced behind him at th...
Wyn noticed Jace had what appeared to be a copy of Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone. He smiled to himself.
Sonny had to get rid of her once he found out, of course, but by then he’d already begun to grow weary of her. She was one of those save-the-trees, stop-global-warming, Che-is-cool-and-so-is-Obama kin...
I’d landed in Los Angeles after the war, and spent the past three years working as a private detective; mostly dodging trouble while trying to help this mug or that one get out of a jam of his own mak...
Katie Wells stood looking out her window down to the street below. She could still feel the effects of the hard-rock miner getting his money's worth in every way he could. Angry that he could not affo...
Lamont Chandler. Her face, especially those lovely eyes, filled with amusement. She whispered, Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? I laughed and she couldn’t help but join me. There was so...
Lonesome tried to hide his surprise that Katie and Tommy lived in an old line-shack. It jutted out in the back where someone had slapped on a narrow rectangular room maybe six feet wide and eight feet...
Manners hadn't been whistling Dixie about the disturbances in the cottage, however. He seemed like a stand-up guy, even good enough to warn me about the house before I'd forked over the cash. He was p...
No one knows more about regret than an old drunk, and no old drunk knew more about living with it than Harry.
Another tear rolled slowly down her cheek, like liquid pain escaping from her broken heart.
She hadn’t smiled, just watched him cautiously as he got out of his truck and approached. Buford couldn’t blame her. It was lonely here at this time of morning and he realized he must look suspicious....
For months afterward I was numb, almost paralyzed from the shock. I was some emotionless automaton, speaking and answering questions and working, never feeling. My heart was empty.
I became mad for a time, wanting to dig her up just to be certain she was dead. Once, I even had the shovel in my hand. But then I knew I could not let her suffer the indignity of a man who had lost h...
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