Rod Lindsey, Storyteller



It had happened so quickly.  People always say that, and it’s true – so damned quickly…

Hoot remembered how he’d gestured to Norman with his pistol and told him to drop the knife, but there had been no response from his so-called blood-brother, not a movement, a flicker of the eye, or change of expression.  Norman could have been frozen, a freaksicle on a stick, his complexion slowly turning from dark red to ashen white.

From Skyshooter, sequel to Troubleshooter http://amzn.to/LObscx.