New Job

“You,” a voice called to me, “you ever been on a trail drive before?” I whirred around to see who it was addressing me. A big dusty fellow advanced upon me, slapping the dirt from his thighs. He came up to the bar and stood beside me. “Me?” “Yeah, ever been on one? We could […]

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Even the Taliban

Our Pashtun interpreter asked me to repeat the question. When he translated it for the village elders, they asked him to repeat it as well. The guys in my unit watched me, to see if I was joshing the locals. “Chief,” the lieutenant said—if you’re a Navajo Indian everyone calls you Chief—“why did you ask […]

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Heart of Gold

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon. Please enjoy. Deep in the heart of gangland territory, in a brothel and the homebase of Lordstown’s misfits, our heroine Val had an extraordinarily difficult time chewing on cooked desert lizard. Meanwhile Baines studied her from across the table. Her short […]

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Wanton Fallacy

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon. Please enjoy. “Kirk, the Reviled.  That’s what they called him.” said the man reclining in the wooden chair, chewing on tobacco and rocking back and forth. “Why Kirk?  That doesn’t sound like a Southern name.  Or a Texan name.  Or…”  The […]

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