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Here's the first chapter of an untitled shoot 'em up western:
Here's some of my short stories:
- The Heirloom Be aware that this is a disturbing story dealing with abuse.
- How The Lord Blessed Amos And Dry-Hole (25k) I based this story on long-dead characters who once lived in my hometown. After reading it, you will forever look beside cash registers for that particular merchant's version of Tuesday paper towels.
- The Long Loneliness (22k) Here's a look at a man in love with a wild and much younger woman. Caution: Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll and use of the "F" word.
- When God Died (38k) This one's about one of the greatest problems in the world today--people killing people in the name of God.
- Blind Tigers (15k) This is a day in the life of a 1950s Delta bootlegger. The Dewdrop Inn is based on Henry Wallace's Moon Walk Cafe, now a pile of ashes.
- The Bear (43k) With apologies to William Faulkner. This is one of my most popular stories. The idea came early one morning while sitting on the front steps of my fishing camp and drinking coffee. Down the gravel road in front of me suddenly clang!-clang!-clanged the four-door Chevy. One sip of coffee later, yonder came the house-paint Ford, complete with ole Hank a-twanging. Wow, I told myself. There's a story there somewhere. Then I remembered two redneck brothers and . . .
- The Day We Planted Sallie Martin (15k) The grave side services described in this story actually happened at the burial of my father's maternal grandmother. He repeated the story of that burial often, not able to purge it from his mind.
I based this story on Nellie Jackson, who operated a whorehouse in Natchez, Mississippi. Several months after the fact, I discovered that Nellie had died. I wished someone had told me much earlier because I would have loved to have attended her funeral. That thought stayed in the back of my mind, and one day my father retold for the umpteenth time the story of his grandmother's burial. So I put the two burials together and. . . . |