Toad Suck Review took my story, “Saving The Pangolins.” There are no pangolins in the story, but there is a semi-reformed eco-radical on the run and some murder and mayhem. I’m sort of surprised a non-crime venue took the piece, actually. Very pleasantly surprised. “Saving The Pangolins” will appear in print in January.
Toad Suck used to be Exquisite Corpse. In case you’re wondering about the strange name, here’s what they have to say about it:
Toad Suck: a name inspired by the ferry boat captains who’d bloat themselves like toads, sucking down beer while waiting for customers to cross the Arkansas River.
I can live with that.
And, over at Thrillers, Killers, ‘N’ Chillers, my story “Thirty Miles North Of Cheyenne” went live yesterday. You know the kind of Western where the ladies just get their petticoats rustled and the hero comes on top (maybe a couple of his buddies buy it)? Yeah, that sort of Western has never seemed very authentic to me. “Thirty Miles North of Cheyenne” ain’t that. A sampler:
“We been out in the hills a long time,” said the blackbeard to the cotton merchant. “So we’re going to take your girls here down to the creek. And the boy, too, come to think of it.”
The drifter from Arizona wiped his nose and sniggered.
“Now you, mister,” said the blackbeard, “You can be peaceable about it, and you all walk out of here. Even if some of you will walk a little cockeyed.” The rest of the gang sniggered. “Or you can get heroic and get shot. Up to you. Either way we take your girls, and your boy, down to the creek.”
To be honest, I wasn’t sure this story would ever find a home. It is, shall we say, morally questionable. My buddy Brad Green described it as “pure larceny lacking any moral center.” He’s right.
So thanks to Col over at TKNC for posting it.