Abacus Jones, Soulless Cowboy vs. The King of the Spiders

By: Andrew Thomas Prenger

It was the little boy, Shadrach, who found his sister’s body first. At eight-years-old it was almost a miracle that he made it that long before seeing his first corpse. Shame that it had to be his one-and-only kin. What made it worse was how he found her.

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Playing a piano is a lot like being unable to read while trying to read after getting kicked square in your head by a horse.  A really…angry…horse.

I looked at all the white and black bars all lined up in a row in front of me and thought to myself, who could learn this?!  With the piano player dead, and his story looking more true by each second, it wasn’t looking that any of us had the time to start learning.  I started to put my fingers down in what looked to be the right way, but only a fitful sound came out.  Something that sounded like a mule hauling a wagon over a cliff. 

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From back a ways, the town looked like any other town that looked the way this one did from far away.  It was nightfall now, the moon was already high in the sky without a cloud in it’s way.  We was just coming in on the outskirts when we noticed there weren’t a single light in any window. 

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Where was I?  Oh yeah, my Indian wife, prearranged while I was celebratin and smokin, was now about pregnant.  Just a couple months shy of dumping the thing out if I weren’t mistaken.

The chief musta felt I needed to stand now, so he nodded in the direction of the fellers that was carrying me and they pulled out a couple of knives and I was on the ground.  Course that meant some of the arrows were now in me further.  But again, the chief being so nice a fella, nodded and them two same Indians went at me and started pulling out the arrows.  I waited a few before moving, and then I slowly got up, my body screaming in pain, but I knew it’d heal so I wasn’t too concerned. 

Every Cowboy Sings a Sad, Sad Song- A SVHU Vignette

By: Andrew Thomas Prenger

Dana Devastation exited from the parking garage to the street. There was a bounce in her step as she walked to the door of her house. It was a good day. The rucksack slung over her shoulder was stuffed with hundred dollar bills. She and Black Hat pulled off a very successful bank robbery and gotten away clean. All she had to do now was take it to her guy who would wash it and deposit in her account and then she could use it.