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First passage in a series: “You called me a stray.”

Folks, time flies.  Badlands is now nine months old and the presses are cooling off.  My friend Robert Vaughan told me awhile back about a book, “It’s like your baby.  You’re the only one who is going to keep it alive.”

Well, maybe some social services would come to the baby’s rescue, but probably not the book’s!  So, to that end, I’m going to get a little more active in promoting Badlands again, and I’m going to post a series of short passages from the book, one from each story over the course of the next few weeks.  Don’t want to wear out the welcome, but wear it I will.

From “Open House”:

“You called me a stray.”

I felt swallowed up inside of that huge space that made up the skies of eastern Montana, no matter where you were, on the bluffs, in the badlands, on the river, or in the graveyard.  I looked up and saw the fingery branches of the trees. They were outlined in silver moonlight.  I looked down there at Idaho, my best friend, sitting in a grave, his knees drawn up, and he looked up at me.

“You son of a bitch,” he said.  “You bastard. Give me a cigarette.”

Badlands is available at Amazon.com., at Boswell Books in Milwaukee, and a few bookstores in Montana that you will have to travel far and wide to find.

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