Git up and Git even.

Despite their better judgment, the guys over at Near to the Knuckle have accepted another short story of mine. Be warned, Elvis has entered the building.

Check it out here:


Coyote Tears


Maria rode in darkness, crammed between a wheezing old man and a woman with two small children. The cargo area of the panel van was stuffed with overheated bodies, all wanting a new life in the States. It was blistering hot and the stench of sweat, body odor and exhaust was overwhelming. The Coyote Ramirez told the group the ride would take three hours, then it was just a short hike through the scrub brush to reach the border fence. He demanded five thousand dollars each for the trip, no exceptions. Read More