I Explode Things.
Texas Ranger, J.T. McCutchen, didn’t heed the Mexican revolution until it spilled across his border. Soon every revolutionary’ll know, you’ve got to kill the man before you fight the power.
“¡Diablo en infierno!” The shack danced with the impact of hot lead. McCutchen slammed onto the earthen floor, abandoning the idea of the kettle. Plaster ripped off the walls and shattered in clouds of rock and dust in the air above him. “Son of a bitch!” The old woman still stood in the middle of … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 5
“Marihuana para sus asimientos y su asma. Le ayudó a curar. Marihuana, good medicine.” McCutchen bolted upright, pain shooting along his spine. “You pumped me full of loco weed? To make me better?” “Si.” “You crazy old hag! What the hell did you do that for?” He could hear his grandfather’s words echoing in his … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 4
McCutchen groaned. He felt he’d awoken in the back of a dark, pulsing cave. He wrestled with his senses until he heard a soft chittering, like quail hiding in brush. The sounds were incoherent. He focused on smells, but quickly wished he hadn’t—manure and smoke the only two odors he could distinguish. What the hell? … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 3