FoolesTroupe: Flush curtains? Love the images that conjures up!
noddy, wow!! Now, please go start a thread and tell us how it really went! Sounds like quite an adventure.
I picked up a book at the used book store the other day. It was by a person born and raised in Wyoming, same person had been a journalist there, like me, so I figured I'd give it a try. I read the first paragraph (should have done before I decided to buy it, but jeez, Gerry Spence, one of the most famous Wyomingites said it was "compelling" right there on the cover!) and gave up. When I read it to my daughter over the phone, she said I should enter it in this thread, so....
Ralphie Skates was a nasty, leather-necked son of an oil-patch whore who once served ten years in the state pen in Rawlins for beating his wife's lover to death with a lead-weighted baseball bat. But for all his mean and swagger, he wasn't tough enough to stop the bullet that had torn off the bottom half of his face and driven most of his teeth out the back of his neck.
Lying on his side in the dust of Tess McAfferty's corral, the fingers of his right hand rested in a pile of cow shit. His left arm, pinned beneath his heavy body when he crashed to the packed ground was twisted at an unnatural angle. His pants bagged around his knees, and a couple of shiny green bottle flies snacked on his flaccid penis. A puddle of black blood congealed beneath his shattered head.
Gregory Bean: No Comfort in Victory published by St. Martin's Press in their "Dead Letter Mystery" series.