Pele’s Prerogative (Part Eleven) by Albert Tucher

After four years on the job Jenny knew how to tune the radio out until it said something she needed to hear. This time Dispatch was patching Patsy through. “Got a possible on that BOLO.”. Patsy was back in Hilo too, now that the brass had no need to camouflage Jenny’s exile to Kona. […]
Pele’s Prerogative (Part Ten) by Albert Tucher

“You got my guns?” Jenny felt stupid for the repetition, but it was unlike Nate to get results so efficiently. “Well, I don’t have them on me.” That was more like it. “This friend of mine thinks he’s gonna get paid.” “How?” “Says he’s got two nine-mills. He’s gonna keep one and sell the other […]
Pele’s Prerogative (Part Three) by Albert Tucher

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Pele’s Prerogative (Part Two) by Albert Tucher

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Pele’s Prerogative (Part One) by Albert Tucher

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Hidden Past Part Three by Gay Kinman
Then things happened all at once. It was Sunday afternoon when everybody should be taking things easy. The boy wasn’t. I saw him take off with a look on his face that sure gave me a bad feeling. He was headed for Hank’s place and he didn’t look like he was going acourtin’. The buggy […]
Hidden Past Part Two by Gay Kinman
A few days later, I’d checked on Clem and was walking from his house through the back of the hardware store. I overheard a strange voice talking to the boy. “Ya gotta stake me. I ain’t got money at all. Don’t forget I can tell everybody who you are and why you’re here.” The boy […]
Hidden Past Part One by Gay Kinman
Los Olivos, California, 1882 The road was muddy as usual in the late Spring with a hint of more rain in the evening’s darkness. The trees still held drops from the last downpour and shook them off when the wind blew. My open buggy was no protection as my sodden trousers and jacket proved. Betsy, […]
A Hundred for the Crows pt. 3 by Nik Korpon
Inside the quarry building, Lester found an office housing only two desks and a row of filing cabinets. A pad of blotter paper sat on each desk, along with a pen set and blank name plates. A thick layer of dust covered everything, as if all the workers had simultaneously quit or just disappeared. He […]
A Hundred for the Crows pt.1 by Nik Korpon
When Lester returned to his land after the twelve-hour ride back from re-burying his daddy, he found his house vibrating with emptiness. His voice echoed off the wood floors, off the tin dishes sitting in soapy water in the ceramic sinks, off the bare wood walls adorned with only two photographs. He stood in the […]