At heart Chaz Perrone was irrefutably a cheat and a maggot, but he had always shunned violence as dutifully as a Quaker elder. Nobody who knew him, including his few friends, would have imagined him c...
At graduation, the entire Rosenstiel faculty rose as one to cheer Chaz as he crossed the stage, so elated were they to see the last of him.
A well-regulated militia, Bode added, like they talk about in the Second Amendment. Oh, said Shiner. He hadn’t read the first one yet.
A big farming operation like his was a challenging enterprise, relying as it did on rampant pollution and the systematic mistreatment of immigrant labor. For Red it was no small feat to keep the feds...
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He embarked upon an ambitious research project that ultimately connected him with a person named Samuel Johnson Hammernut, known as Red to both friends and enemies. Hammernut’s name had become familia...
Wild chickens were roaming all over the streets.'Your pal ought to feel right at home,' Merry said.'You kidding? He hates the damn things. Says they're filthy and crawling with lice.''Chickens get lic...
Why didn't you just ring the doorbell?' Stoat said. 'Why break into the house, and why'd you bust the shower door?''To put you in the proper frame of mind,' the man replied. 'Also, I was in the mood f...
Up until a few years ago, I'd never had any doubts about newspaper work, never thought I'd made the wrong choice. I went into the business not because I was looking to get beat up or training to be a...
To sum up: Figure out what you're good at, and get better at it. Along the way, don't waste your time on people whose decency isn't apparent when you first meet for a cup of coffee. Be an astute judge...
The man called Tool lived in a trailer outside of LaBelle, not far from Lake Okeechobee. The trailer had come with a half-acre parcel upon which the previous owner had cultivated tomatoes, a crop desp...
Stranahan hadn’t wanted to give up his job, but it had been discreetly explained that for political reasons the state attorney could not keep on staff an investigator (even a productive one) who had k...
Sit down, Skip. I’m not finished. Mulcahy stood up, brandishing the stack of columns. You know what makes me sad? You’re such a damn good writer, too good to be turning out shit like this. Something’s...
Ernesto Cabal, alias Little Ernie, alias No-Way José, was sitting disconsolately on the crapper when the trusty opened the cell for Brian Keyes.
Each week the writers strived to portray the brothers on a social bandwidth halfway between harmless rednecks and odious white trash. It was a precarious tightwire. From
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Damn if Oprah wasn't yakking with three movie actresses about what a hassle it was to be famous and have photographers snooping around, following you to the grocery and the ATM, whatever. Tool didn't...
Cab Mulcahy was a patient man, especially for a managing editor. He had been in newspapers his entire adult life and almost nothing could provoke him. Whenever the worst kind of madness gripped the ne...
Buck stared at this degenerate ambassador for his own popularity, wondering how many other Brethren fans were homicidal, nutjob stalkers.