Punch Drunk Lament

The punch was pretty tart. It was also pretty punched. And Big Guy Jim was bent on punching a place nearby that decanter of joy, a place where he could slug that refined and rarified mash down as if it were pure mountain water. A place where he could begin working on a lonely eighty-six. … Continue reading Punch Drunk Lament →

Rescuing Ellen Sheridan’s Cat

When JoDee Dees rode up to the gate, the bottle the hunter left was still sitting on the post. His eyes went to it the way eyes do to something they didn’t know they were expecting. He blinked, shifted in his saddle. JoDee focused on Ephraim Sheridan’s three cows, one steer, and two calves strung … Continue reading Rescuing Ellen Sheridan’s Cat →