REDNECK NOIR

The second short story in my DEAD REDNECKS! series is now available.

The series is about two brothers in Knoxville -the eldest is a tough ex-con trying to go straight, and the younger has pulled himself out of a nervous breakdown by opening a detective agency and dressing like Humphrey Bogart. Older brother Hoss Qualls tries to keep young Howard from getting himself killed -a task complicated by Hoss's criminal past continually returning to haunt him, and by the shenanigans of their assorted kinfolk. There is a lot of humor, but the stories are straight mysteries in the redneck noir genre.

In volume 2, DEAD REDNECKS IN THE HOLLER, Hoss Qualls returns to his hometown after learning that his cousin Bucky has been shot dead in the woods, along with an old enemy from Hoss's criminal past. He's determined to get to the bottom of it -if his family doesn't drive him crazy first.
Also, check out volume 1, DEAD REDNECKS ARE MY SPECIALTY

Here is the opening of DEAD REDNECKS IN THE HOLLER:

“This here is a seriously dead sumbitch,” Sheriff Georgie Madison said.

            I nodded. The man who was laid on the slab before me was both seriously dead and, as I knew from personal experience, also a sumbitch.

            “That’s Andy Herman, all right,” I said. “The bastard. I’d know his ugly face anywhere.”

            I had never gotten along real well with Andy Herman, or either of his brothers for that matter. It had got a lot worse about a decade or so back, when my friend Boomer and me had been cooking meth down in Fancher Holler and selling it in K-Town. The Hermans decided they wanted a regional monopoly on that trade, and a small war ensued—it ended with a shoot-out that took the lives of Boomer and the youngest Herman brother, Curtis, as well as a couple of others on each side. No one was ever arrested for that bloodbath, though not for want of trying; I had been present, and fired my share of shots, but made sure I was well away when the law showed up. So had my cousins Ivory Qualls and Bucky Vance. Of course, not long after that I got picked up for practicing my chemical distribution trade, and spent seven years in the state pen. I was living over in Knoxville now, working at a garage and doing my best to keep my nose clean.

            And Andy Herman was lying on a coroner’s slab in our little hometown of Ithaca, Tennessee, with a hole in his chest.

            “Shoot, Hoss,” Madison said. “Andy Herman ain’t the one I asked you out here to identify. He ain’t nothin’ to you.”

            “You got that right.”

            “It’s this’un right here,” the sheriff continued. He took a couple of steps to the next slab, and pulled the sheet back to reveal another corpse, this one with three bullet holes in the torso.

            “I have to ask you this, official,” Madison said. “Is this your cousin Bucky Vance?”

            I felt my heart sink, and released a sad sigh. “You know it is, Georgie.”

            “Well, yeah, I know it is. But the next of kin has to identify the deceased to make it stick.”

            I stepped closer to the body. I was a little surprised to see the streaks of gray at Bucky’s temples and in his whiskers; I’d seen him a few times since I got out of the pen, and the gray always shocked me. Just the sight of his face brought back the smell of our grandpa’s barn to my mind, and images of half-a-dozen pre-teen cousins stacked into a double-sized guest bed on long distant Saturday nights. And the smell of Sunday morning biscuits.

Coming Soon:  DEAD REDNECKS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

Blackwell Down Under

Now available- the latest installment in the Blackwell saga (#11, if you're countin'!)

"Caleb Blackwell found no luck in the California gold mines... but there is a new rush, in a place called Australia. Unfortunately, Blackwell arrives just in time to be caught up in one of the most violent uprisings in that land's history..."
Action and adventure... plus historical background on the Eureka Rebellion of 1854!

Check it out HERE

Mo' Murder, Mo' Blues

Check out the newest installment of the Roy Carpenter mysteries, the short story "Stomp Boogie"...
GET IT HERE!

It features the harmonica-playing hero from the novel CROSS ROAD BLUES...



"Roy Carpenter is a blues musician in 1957 Nashville, and a private detective on the side. Most of his cases are pretty mundane -jealous spouses and insurance scams. But then a wealthy real estate magnate hires Roy to find his missing maid -a stunningly beautiful woman with a terrible secret. Or two. His pursuit of the truth will lead Roy into the seamy underside of Nashville's juke joints and blues clubs, and the even seamier world of the wealthy elite..."

And check out Roy's full-length novel...




"Roy Carpenter, harmonica-playing bluesman in 1957 Nashville, knows great music when he hears it. He also knows a dangerous woman when he looks at her . . . and finds her looking back. Beautiful Sallymae has a brutal husband--just the sort of guy to end up dead, with Roy taking the fall. Prize-winning western writer Troy Smith turns to the crime novel with dazzling results. A tough, passionate, honestly written tale. "One of the best crime novels I've read recently!" James Reasoner.

The Peacemakers! Read them all!

Three years ago Western Fictioneers instituted the Peacemaker Awards, to honor the best western literature of the year in three categories: short fiction, novels, and first novel.

A panel of judges selects the top five entrants in each category, from whom a winner is selected. Last year there were actually seven finalists for best short story, as there were two ties. So in our first two years, there have been an even dozen nominees (this year's finalists will be announced in April.)

We thought it would be nice if readers could actually have access to all those stories -the authors and their publishers graciously allowed us to include their works in a series of short anthologies. Each collection has four stories, and can be purchased as a 99 cent ebook. You just can't beat that.

Check them out now- these are some great tales of the Old West, by some of the best writers in the genre today.

  

Get 'em here:

Volume One

Volume Two

Volume Three

Dead Rednecks!

I am very happy to say that the first installment of my new mystery short story series, Dead Rednecks!, is now available from Publishing by Rebecca J. Vickery.

It's about two brothers in Knoxville -the eldest is a tough ex-con trying to go straight, and the younger has pulled himself out of a nervous breakdown by opening a detective agency and dressing like Humphrey Bogart. Older brother Hoss Qualls tries to keep young Howard from getting himself killed -a task complicated by Hoss's criminal past continually returning to haunt him, and by the shenanigans of their assorted kinfolk. There is a lot of humor, but the stories are straight mysteries in the redneck noir genre.

Volume One is called "Dead Rednecks Are My Specialty." More installments will appear in weeks to come. I hope you check 'em out- I am really enjoying writing them. As added incentive, I am offering a free pdf of Volume One to a random person who comments on this blog between now and midnight this Friday (the moment March 1 becomes March 2.)

Here's the first two books:

Book 1: Dead Rednecks Are My Specialty

Ex-con Hoss Qualls and his eccentric brother Howard (who has watched too many Bogart movies) set out to prove their cousin Ivory's innocence in a murder case -a task that is complicated by the fact Ivory has killed in just such a way before...

Book 2: Dead Rednecks in the Holler (coming soon)

Hoss Qualls returns to his hometown after learning that his cousin Bucky has been shot dead in the woods, along with an old enemy from Hoss's criminal past. He's determined to get to the bottom of it -if his family doesn't drive him crazy first.

And after that, Volume 3: Dead Rednecks on a Friday Night


And here's how it all starts:

"They say you killed somebody, Ivory."

Ivory yawned and scratched his head, which bobbed sleepily. I thought for a second he was going to topple face-first into the glass partition which separated us.

"Am I keepin' you up, or somethin‟?"

"Sorry, Hoss," he said. "I had a late night."

"I reckon you did, all right," I said.

I couldn‟t help looking nervously over my shoulder, glancing at the other folks there for the afternoon visitation. A very pregnant young woman in a tube-top sat to my right, arguing heatedly with the prisoner behind the window. She sat on a stool but her belly pressed against the glass. The man withered at her scolding; I felt the same, but for a different reason. I don't like being in jails, even when I'm on the right side of the glass. It smothers me. If not for the fact that my parole was up a few weeks earlier, I wouldn't even be allowed in as a visitor—I almost wished I had that for an excuse, so I wouldn't have to be there.

But Ivory was my cousin, and he was in deep shit. Deeper than usual.

"Seems like I remember these cots bein' more comfortable," Ivory said.

"They say you killed somebody," I repeated.

"I did."

"Last night?"

"I don't remember. I don't think so. But I did kill somebody, I kilt Arlis Potter over at the Advance Auto Store that time."



"Dead Rednecks Are My Specialty" can be found at these sites:

Amazon.com

Smashwords (for just about all digital platforms)

Lulu

"A wholly engaging read and an important work of literature"

I received an incredible review for my Spur-winning novel Bound for the Promise-Land -and a great one of the new Wolf Creek mystery western I edited and co-wrote -over at the Western Fictioneers blogspot, from Kathleen Rice Adams.

"Told entirely through Alfred's eyes, the story is brutal in many places and remarkably tender in others. If it isn’t already, the book should be required reading alongside classics by Mark Twain, William Faulkner, and other authors known for the historic and cultural significance of their work.

Impeccably researched and exceptionally written, Bound for the Promise-Land packs an enormous emotional and intellectual punch..."

I am both honored and humbled by this reaction to the work I am proudest of. Read the whole thing HERE... and if you haven't read the book, Check it out.

Telling Good Stories

Today I spend a few minutes at Tom Rizzo's excellent site "Telling Good Stories," answering his (very good) questions. Tom, whose first novel Last Stand at Bitter Creek came out last year to much acclaim, spent years as a journalist and it shows.

Find it HERE.