I Explode Things.
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
Two gun shots brought a sudden end to the violence. “La prisa, el Villistas está viniendo. ¡De nuevo a la hacienda! ¡Viva Huerta!” Men scurried down the darkened alley echoing the refrain, “¡Viva Huerta!” But the man who gave the orders paused at McCutchen’s body, limp and lifeless. He holstered his gun before stooping to … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 2
Dark fell quickly and without contest during late winter in Matamoros. Striding across an alley ripe with urine and decay, Ranger J.T. McCutchen leaned against an adobe wall. Once situated, he stilled his breathing and listened for the echoing voices of the three men he’d tracked to this unmarked cantina. Soon he heard a familiar … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 1