Out now from Tirgearr Publishing, the lastest from my fevered imagination — it’s sort of Mark Twain meets Elmore Leonard with a twist of spooky weirdness neither of those gentlemen would probably welcome, but Joe Lansdale might. My head has its own weird ways.
Dead folk are just about the last thing you want to see while wandering through the deserts of the great wild West. Things get a whole lot worse if they’re not the lying down kind of dead but the running around trying to take a bite out of you sort. Whatever’s got the corpses jumping is bound to spell a bad day for anyone unlucky enough to ride into town.
It’s a novella so you can read it in one day if you’re of a mind to do so. And when you do, be sure to leave me a review.
Here’s a bit of me reading from near the start, but after the first incident. I like the voice of Finn, the narrator — another in a growing line of characters who are less smart than the people around them (like his riding partner, Jim). We all feel that way sometimes, right?