Teasers
Actually ... this is to show how many irons I typically have in the fire ... damn Bipolar distractibility!
It was in the summer of 18-- that I found myself involved in one of my more unusual cases. As my biographer does not share my views - I believe his exact words were "My God, Holmes, the only unusual thing about that case was the fact that we managed to cross the Atlantic twice without meeting up with foul weather!" - I am reduced to writing the particulars myself. That being the case, the reader should expect none of the overblown descriptions and dramatic endings which are so irresistible to my friend. I find the bare statement of facts preferable to extraneous information about the scenery or the "atmosphere." Also, I will include no sympathetic young women, red haired or not, even though Watson seems to somehow insert one into nearly every one of his stories.
The Adventures of the Reluctant Bandit
"Heyes."
"Yeah, Kid?"
"I been thinking about what we're gonna do once we get our amnesty."
Hannibal Heyes took a long drag on the first cigarette of the day. "Kid, you gotta quit reading my mind. It makes me nervous. And it's when we get our amnesty."
The two of them stood on the porch of the tiny guesthouse on Mr. Lancaster's Colorado ranch, which seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. Their latest job for the governor was bodyguarding this rich friend of his. Seems his entire family was after some rare antique book in his possession, and his sister was a few bricks shy of a load, and prone to murder .
Untitled (as yet) tale post-amnesty
The Vengeful Lawman, or, Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry Wrongly Accused
by J.H. Gray
You have not seen, Dear Reader, a harder or meaner man than Sheriff Hargraves of Bluff City, Arizona. He was as dried out as a horned toad in summer, and as heartless as a wooden Indian. When Sheriff Hargraves decided you were guilty of something, then you were guilty, even if he had to manufacture the evidence, or sometimes even the crime.
Heyes writes dime novels in his spare time!
OMG I need to stop having ideas and finish what I've got on my plate!
It was in the summer of 18-- that I found myself involved in one of my more unusual cases. As my biographer does not share my views - I believe his exact words were "My God, Holmes, the only unusual thing about that case was the fact that we managed to cross the Atlantic twice without meeting up with foul weather!" - I am reduced to writing the particulars myself. That being the case, the reader should expect none of the overblown descriptions and dramatic endings which are so irresistible to my friend. I find the bare statement of facts preferable to extraneous information about the scenery or the "atmosphere." Also, I will include no sympathetic young women, red haired or not, even though Watson seems to somehow insert one into nearly every one of his stories.
The Adventures of the Reluctant Bandit
"Heyes."
"Yeah, Kid?"
"I been thinking about what we're gonna do once we get our amnesty."
Hannibal Heyes took a long drag on the first cigarette of the day. "Kid, you gotta quit reading my mind. It makes me nervous. And it's when we get our amnesty."
The two of them stood on the porch of the tiny guesthouse on Mr. Lancaster's Colorado ranch, which seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. Their latest job for the governor was bodyguarding this rich friend of his. Seems his entire family was after some rare antique book in his possession, and his sister was a few bricks shy of a load, and prone to murder .
Untitled (as yet) tale post-amnesty
The Vengeful Lawman, or, Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry Wrongly Accused
by J.H. Gray
You have not seen, Dear Reader, a harder or meaner man than Sheriff Hargraves of Bluff City, Arizona. He was as dried out as a horned toad in summer, and as heartless as a wooden Indian. When Sheriff Hargraves decided you were guilty of something, then you were guilty, even if he had to manufacture the evidence, or sometimes even the crime.
Heyes writes dime novels in his spare time!
OMG I need to stop having ideas and finish what I've got on my plate!