[dropcap2]R[/dropcap2]eeferpunk is a dieselpunk, spaghetti-Western, refried alternate-history of what could have become of the southern half of North America if cheap oil never got cheap, and instead brilliant minds devised an early cellulosic ethanol from the wondrous cannabis plant. Mein Hanf! Ride along with a disillusioned-Mexican-revolutionary-turned-goat-herder-and-hemp-farmer, his two native American friends, an aging and self-righteous Texas Ranger, and a whole slew of quirky supporting cast.

Welcome to the world of reeferpunk.

Reeferpunk delivers a surge equivalent to a cocktail of 1 part serotonin, 2 parts adrenaline, with a dash of grenadine served over ice. It scratches the urge primeval. Combining the readability and smooth consumption of a beach house page-turner with the kick to the face of a summer blockbuster movie, Reeferpunk entertains without dumbing down.


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“An action-packed human story in a sensational environ.”

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iBooks   ***   Kobo (coming Soon)

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Fistful of Reefer (the first in the series)

A gut-punching, dieselpunk weird Western featuring goats, guns and the camaraderie of outcasts, Fistful of Reefer lives somewhere between No country for Old Men and The Three Amigos.

[dropcap2]T[/dropcap2]he year is 1918. Chancho Villarreal and his Native American friends, Muddy and Nena, live a quiet life on their goat ranch and marijuana farm north of Del Rio, Texas. But when ghosts from Chancho’s revolutionary past combine with local panic over stories of the demon El Chupacabra, the three friends inadvertently draw the attention of Texas Ranger, T.J. McCutchen.

McCutchen has made it his personal crusade to prevent the little known intoxicant, marijuana, from corrupting his borderlands, despite the dark secret that he depends on its medicinal properties to control his seizures. When he discovers the remains of the marijuana field his worst fears are confirmed — the drug is being grown in Texas soil.

To stay ahead of McCutchen’s brutal brand of justice Chancho, Muddy and Nena, are forced to pack up all their worldly possessions, including their marijuana harvest and herd of goats. What follows is an action-packed ride across the wilds of a weird-west, dieselpunk Texas haunted by rumors of El Chupacabras behind every bush.

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