
Next Week: "Caveat Venditor, Caveat Emptor" by Thuglit's Todd Robinson
Coming Soon: Chap O'Keefe's "The Unreal Jesse James"
Although he arrested some of the most dangerous criminals of the time, Reeves was never shot (despite having his hat and belt shot off on separate occasions). He had to arrest his own son for murder. Reeves worked a total of thirty-two years as a federal peace officer. During his career he worked the Indian Territory, pre-state Oklahoma. At statehood, Reeves became a member of the Muskogee, Oklahoma, police department at the age of 68. Bass Reeves became a legend in the Indian Territory and was one of Judge Isaac C. Parker, of Fort Smith, Arkansas' federal court, most valued deputies. Reeves was an expert with rifle and pistol. During his long career he developed superior detective skills. Before he retired from federal service in 1907, Reeves had arrested over 3,000 felons. Reeves admitted having to shoot and kill fourteen outlaws in defending his life while making arrests. Many scholars consider Reeves to be one of the most outstanding frontier heroes in United States history.I’ve read quite a few online articles and have run into some conflicting information. If anyone knows where to find the best bio on Reeves, I'd be interested in checking it out.
In the years since he’d come to Paradise he never remembered, from year to year, how pretty spring was in the Northeast. He stood now among the opening flowers and the new leaves, looking at a dead man, hanging by his neck from the limb of a tree in the park, on Indian Hill, overlooking the harbor.My own two lines come from a short story I’m currently whipping into shape called "Stranglehold":
I had the strange sensation she was cheating on me. It made me wonder who was the bigger fool—her husband for sharing her or me for feeling jealous.For more Two Sentence excitement, check out the Women of Mystery blog.
He had too many suspects to start with, and all of them were over-anxious to link themselves with murder. Some of them had actually come running to him with their stories before the crime was committed!I love that old fashion salesmanship, though it wasn't so overstated in Happened. Our favorite redheaded detective has quite a bit of trouble to deal with in this particular story. Before midnight, three ominous phone calls warn him about a package from Wanda Weatherby that will arrive in the morning mail. One call is from Wanda herself who ends up dead within minutes of asking for his help. The other calls are from one individual wishing to scare him off the case and another wanting to hire him. Add cops, gangsters, reporters, and molls, all descending on Shayne at the same time, and you have one helluva entertaining mystery from the golden era.
The Shamus had to fill in the details himself, and none of them were pretty. They dealt with secret assignations, queer sex exhibitions, blackmail---and brutal death. And the final punch-line was one of the most startling in Mike Shayne's violent career.
The complaint was of a serious nature: she had set fire to a small boy called Thomas Earl Parkman, Jr. It was true, the Reverend Mother admitted, that Earl, as he was known in the school, had pulled Millie’s hair first, but this she considered in no way justified Millie’s action which might well have had serious results if another girl had not pushed Earl in a fountain.I've already shared something from each of my in-progess pieces for Two for Tuesday, so I thought instead I'd plug my recent short story, "Blubber," published in OOTG #5:
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," she muttered, feeling a sudden jab of horror as she realized the loathsome implications of the ad she had posted on craigslist. She paused, debating whether or not she should walk away.For more Two Sentence thrills, check out the Women of Mystery blog.
Morgan Leary tailed the girl from her appointment in Hazlet, catching the North Jersey coast train just before five. She was shorter than they said. Curvy. Long black disco wig instead of the frowsy blonde crop—pleated red mini-skirt, patterned grey tights, and a set of below-the-knee go-go boots on strong, athletic legs. Morgan tugged on his lead-knuckled gloves.Now, that's a hardboiled opening that commands attention. “Backing the Stakes” was the first story to come in when I initially announced that we were accepting submissions for BTAP. As soon as I read it, I knew it was a gem. If you are unfamiliar with Kieran’s work, then you’re in for a treat, and following that, you have a lot of catching up to do. His stories can be found at A Twist of Noir, Demolition, Thuglit, Thrilling Detective and now Beat to a Pulp.
At Newark she made the platform switch to the PATH train and at Hoboken Morgan followed her seventeen odd blocks from the station to a brownstone apartment off of Columbus Park.
It was a shame he had to beat her.
The worst of it was that, deep down within himself, he knew that he had not been guided by any kind of impulse at all. It was just his policeman’s soul—or whatever it might be called—that had started to function. It was the same instinct that made Kollberg sacrifice his time off—a kind of occupational disease that forced him to take on all assignments and do his best to solve them.
"You afraid of getting a ticket?" Earl's foot came down hard on Ingram's, pushing the accelerator flat against the floor boards. The car leaped ahead like an angry animal into the walls of rainwater, the motor snarling under the full load of power.Has anyone seen the film based on this book? The stellar cast includes Harry Belafonte, Robert Ryan, and Ed Begley. The Wikipedia write-up claims it is the first noir of the classic period with an African-American protagonist.
“I’m not some sicko. I’m a pulp writer who has to think, occasionally, like a sicko to grab the attention of readers who enjoy perusing pages dedicated to the warped souls who walk amongst us.”For more Two Sentence thrills, check out the Women of Mystery blog.