Tag: Spoils of the Dead

“Pretty soon there’ll be nothing left of this goddamn planet but a garbage dump and a grave.”

The Old Fart was a foot shorter than the trooper, which he rectified by hoisting himself up on a stool. He turned to Liam and stuck out a hand. “Moses Alakuyak, shaman.” His beer and Liam’s single malt arrived. Moses held out his bottle of beer and Liam clinked his glass against it. “To women,”…

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…a model of Rubens clad in clean, faded jeans and a gray T-shirt cinched in with a wide leather belt.

It hadn’t taken them long, once they got him inside; the man who had been separated from the rifle was seated in a chair and immobilized with enough bright yellow polypropylene line to restrain King Kong. He was maybe thirty years old, five-eight, thickset, with matted brown hair and terrified brown eyes that stared at…

Read more …a model of Rubens clad in clean, faded jeans and a gray T-shirt cinched in with a wide leather belt.