God sent all the good people to another place because he wanted a rest from the Devil. The Devil needed a vacation also. Since the earth was a vacated wasteland he spewed everyone to it. He included everyone from earth originally and the ones from other dimensions. A lot of hell’s spew had learned their lesson but a lot had not. This novel is about the ones that did and the ones that didn’t.
Living on earth now are individuals from hell. These individuals came from earth and other dimensions. All dimensions had their own planet earth but only one earth had a hell that was ruled by the Devil. God was tired of having to deal with the Devil and all his evil people so he removed all the good people to other places and left the earth and all its dimensions a vacant desolate wasteland. The Devil saw an opportunity here so he spewed all the individuals out of Hell to the surface and went on vacation. A lot of hell’s spew had learned their lesson but a lot had not. This novel is about the ones that did and the ones that didn’t.
The individuals that had learned their lessons were doing fine until Boss Lady, who works for Michael the Archangel, showed up and offered three couples a job. They were to find some good people that had been left behind. They found more evil people, which wanted to cut off their heads, than they did good people.
This is an action packed page turner with a lot of demons, mutants, adventure and gunfights with a little romance thrown in.
Excerpt
Prologue
I don’t know if any of you read the first manuscript that I found on earth and for those who didn’t this will be new and for those who did it will be a refresher.
The characters in these manuscripts once lived in several different dimensions but were all sent to the same Hell. When the spew came they were all spewed to the same dimension. Unless I find more manuscripts to supplement the ten that I have I can’t tell you about the other dimensions. I’m still looking.
Earth is a wasteland where only the hardcore adventurous souls roam, like me, searching for things from the past. Some of us are not even sure what we are looking for. The search is not in the finding of something but the search for it. Someone recorded all of these adventures and I just happened to find them. If you enjoy this book then you can thank that nameless person for taking the time to put it on paper. From what I’ve read from the ten manuscripts I found, there wasn’t hardly any time to do much writing. All the time was spent on surviving.
The book I’m going to pass on to you was one that I found in an old juke joint that had seen better days. There were ten volumes in the series and each one dealt with a different group. The volumes were in an indestructible container wrapped in waterproof material. I don’t know who put all the stories in one package because they were written by ten different people. Each group had their own story. All I’ve done is put them more or less in my own words.
Basically God got fed up with always dealing with the evil and sent his people, most of them, to another planet far, far away.
In the first book, Riders of the Spew, I listed all the characters so you would know who they were and could refer back to them if need be. I don’t think I will do it here. After you read both books you can decide which you would like.
There is one other thing you should know. After God delivered his people to some unknown planet the Devil, with no one to corrupt, went on vacation to outer space and never returned. Before he left he spewed all of his hordes out of hell and to the surface of earth. After reading this book I’m not really sure how all of that went down.
From here on I’ll let you read the story as it was written. Enjoy.
I call myself The Scavenger and I’m an earth historian.
Chapter 1
In the Beginning
Sam wasn’t always dead, once he lived. When he died he was sent to hell and became one of the devil’s pawns. After years of service he was given some time off for rest and recreation. Hundreds of years passed and then someone became angry with all of them. It seems it was time for him to return to the surface with the others.
The earth spewed forth volcanic bile from the stomach of the demonic retreat where he was resting. He was a part of that spew. No more rest for him. He is now one of hell’s rejects. Heaven doesn’t want him and hell just threw him out. Go with him as he travels this vast wasteland in search of a better…well who cares what. Just make sure you don’t miss any of his and his friends venture into the unknown wasteland.
When Sam went on his sabbatical deep down to earth’s demonic retreat for the deserving, his plans were to stay there for one year and return to wreak havoc on the innocent. At that time earth was young, only a few million or so years old. He got tangled up with some fun loving devilettes, one in particular, and time flew. Now earth is past her prime and the Devil decided he was having too much fun for too long so here he is.
Before he was given the boot he found out that there were no good people on earth anymore. They have all gone into space to other, more tranquil, planets. If any are left on earth they are in hiding.
From what he heard through the hellvine the devil spit all the demons and hell trash to the earth’s surface and left them to their own immoral vices He has taken a sabbatical himself, but not anywhere near earth. The rumor is that he is going to give everyone a few hundred years to themselves and see where it leads.
If you are to follow Sam’s story you will need to know a little about him. To start with, as you already know, you can call him Sam. No it’s not short for Samuel or anything like that. It’s just Sam. Way back when he was alive he was a ruggedly handsome, 6’4” package of dynamite. His black wavy hair and steel blue eyes had the women constantly fawning over him. It didn’t hurt that he was fast with a gun and made his living as a gunfighter in the old west when it was wild. He was fast, mean and thought he would live forever.
He had gotten quite a reputation when it all ended. One of his many women friends was the jealous type. One night while he was sleeping on his back she eased out of bed without waking him. She went to the wash basin, picked up his straight razor, bent over him and ran it from the corner of his left eye down past his ear through his jugular and on around his throat until she came to his other ear. In other words she ended his life by cutting his throat. He now carries the scars from that cut and it might be the reason for his gravelly voice. Maybe his vocal cords were nicked. His voice didn’t sound like that before. He doesn’t know why his hair isn’t still wavy but he does know why it is long. He hates getting a hair cut. He never lets a barber shave him since the deal with the straight razor.
From what Sam can figure out everyone was spewed to different locations because he was the only one here on this hot asphalt highway. It’s really no longer a highway but is now full of holes and over-grown with weeds. You would think with all he had done for the Devil he would have given him some transportation when he set him down. The Devil didn’t show much gratitude for all his hard work.
He was lucky he still had his fedora to keep the sun out of his eyes and the twin 9mm pistols to protect him. Okay, he knows what you’re thinking. He should have had a big cowboy hat and six-shooters if he had been a gunslinger in the old west. The truth is he traded them to some fellows that had lived further up the time line and collected such things. He liked the pistols better than the revolvers and thinks he looks more debonair in the fedora than the cowboy hat. He is so conceited. While he was trading off everything from his past life he traded his bowie knife for a USN Kabar. He still wears jeans and shirts with snaps. He doesn’t wear cowboy boots but instead he wears rugged leather boots that the hardcore Harley riders wear. They do so much more for his appearance…so he thinks.
He did manage to escape hell with a backpack. He was always ready. He might be a lot of things but he is not stupid. For some reason he knew the day would come when he would need to make a fast exit. He thought it would be him making the exit with some devilette’s husband or boyfriend right behind him. He wasn’t planning on being thrown out. Anyway it worked out the same. He kept a backpack with a few items packed that might help his survival. They all were given a three minute notice before being kicked topside. He grabbed his backpack, his duster coat—which he kept from the old days—and his MP5/10 submachine gun. He always wore his hat, guns, knife and the scarf he wears to help hide the scar. His time was up and here he is.
He saw a speck on the horizon. It looked like a vehicle coming at top speed. Traveling at that speed Sam wondered how it’s being held together. He watched as it got bigger and turned into a pickup truck. That truck had once been called a Model A. It was kicking up rocks and dust but was managing to stay ahead of its melee.
It didn’t look like it was going to stop but run right over him. Sam knows you shoot first and ask questions later but he didn’t know he would be a target before he had time to evaluate the situation. He swung his submachine gun up and fired. A three round burst peppered the front of the truck. He managed to cream one headlight and shatter the windshield before leaping for the ditch. His clean dry black leather boots soaked up half the water that lay at its bottom.
As he was landing in the ditch the rust and blue truck skidded sideways as the driver slammed on the brakes. The front bumper was looking him dead in the eyes. He began to wonder if the driver was going to take his head off with it. Which way to jump would be the next decision he made. It would be hard to move in this ditch. The water was up to his knees now as he sunk into the mud and sludge. He heard the door open and saw the driver get out and point a pistol at him.
Another demon, he supposed the world was full of them now, stood snarling at him. Her long red hair cascaded down and over her beautiful shoulders. Her low rise apple green jeans, with a touch of spandex added, matched her jade green eyes. The space between the hip hugging pants and the matching skimpy blouse showed her dark tanned skin. The gold ring in her navel glittered as the sun bounced off it. He couldn’t see all of them right now but just before they were zapped topside he saw her with a backpack, shotgun, knife and two pistols. He doesn’t know what else she had that he didn’t see. Without saying a word she raised her 9mm pistol and fired. He felt the sting as the bullet took a notch out of his ear. Another scar he thought.
“Sam Sinner you get your sorry ass up out of that water. You don’t want to become addicted to water. You can use branch water for chasing your whiskey and taking a bath every great once in a while. Other than that it’s good for nothing except cooking.”
He knows this beautiful woman better than he knows himself. She has been his champion, lover and nurse for the past two hundred years. To his despair he thought he had seen the last of her when they got separated during the spew. She stood staring at him like he was a ghost.
She cocked her black fedora on the back of her head and holstered the 9mm pistol on her left hip. On her right hip was a holstered 12 gauge sawed off pump shotgun with a 10” barrel. It held three rounds in the magazine plus one in the barrel. All her shells were 00 buckshot. She was fast on the draw and always hit what she shot at. She is not as fast as he is but her aim is as good. She was his best and only pupil. As the old saying goes he taught her everything she knows but not everything he knows. He wanted all her shooting irons to be 9mm so they wouldn’t have to carry different types of ammo. She said she had to have the shotgun. Who was he to argue with such a beautiful women. She has him wrapped around her little finger.
She was the one that found the armories, on one of her many excursions topside. They held more ammunition and weapons than the two of them could use in their long lifetime. The good part was the armories were buried and well hidden. One of those armories was where she found the shotgun and the hip holster for it. The holster was made from ballistic nylon with an elastic leg tie down band so it would flex when she was walking. Built in on the outside were four cartridge pouches for extra shells.
“Why are you shooting me? You must like my face being scarred. That hunk you just took from my ear might cause my hearing to go bad.”
“Get real. I only grazed your ear. It is barely bleeding. Give me your hand and I’ll help you out of there.”
He sat on the tailgate which had fallen down and looked at his wet boots. They made his feet uncomfortable but he knew if he took them off to dry he would never get them back on. They liked to shrink when drying without a foot in them. “How did you get here so fast? I just arrived and looked around and there you came.”
“I must have gotten here before you. I found this truck outside a gas station and honky tonk. The owner got mad when I told him I needed it to find a friend. He drew a gun on me. I took the gun from him and before I killed him I made him put his last can of gas in the tank. He told me gas was almost impossible to get now.”
“Are you going to change your name again or should I keep calling you Red?”
“I’m keeping this name forever. You can call me Red, Demonette or Ms. Red. If you would like to stretch it out you can call me Ms. Demonette Red. I would rather you still just call me Red.”
“Well Red what are our saddles doing in the back of this truck?”
“I didn’t want to leave them with our mounts which I left back up the road.”
“What are your plans now that we no longer have anything we want at our beck and call? Sam stood, put his hands under each of her armpits and lifted her to sit on the tailgate. He spread her legs and stood between them. “I’m hoping whatever they are you included me in them.” He gave her a gentle kiss on her full red lips.
“What was that for?”
“That was for coming back to look for me. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Do you have a cigarette?”
“That was what that was for. You didn’t bring cigarettes with you?”
“No I was lucky I got away with the tools of my trade.”
She threw her arms around his neck and put a juicy kiss full on his lips. “Move so I can get to the cab. I brought you some cigarettes and myself some cigarillos. I knew you’re always disorganized.” She opened the door and pushed the cigarette lighter hard into its socket. That must be an upgrade because Sam had never seen a cigarette lighter in a Model A. She took out one of her cigarillos and a pack of cigarettes for him. She waited until the lighter popped out and lit his cigarette. She handed it to him and then lit her smoke. She inhaled a deep drag and blew it toward the clouds that were starting to darken the sky.
“I don’t see how you smoke those things. They are way too strong and if you weren’t already dead they would kill you.” He took a drag of his own killer and watched her bend over to pick up a pendant with an engraved human skull on it.
She looked at it and then at her belt buckles. She wore belts that crisscrossed. “Would you look at that? This matches my belt buckles. What are the odds of that? Do you have something I can use as a string so I can wear it around my neck?”
“No, stick it in your pocket and we’ll find something later.”
Demonette bent over again to see if there might be something else in the small pile of goodies she could use. “It looks like someone lost a purse or container a long time ago and it has disintegrated and left this little pile.” Just as she went to straighten up a bullet whizzed past her head and a loud bang sounded. She hit the ground rolling with Sam right on top of her.
“Did you see anything?” he asked.
“The shot came from those trees to the west of us, on the other side of that pasture.” Demonette answered.
“This really ticks me off. I’ve been here only a few minutes and someone is trying to kill me. The worst part is I didn’t finish my cigarette.” He spit the tobacco from his mouth where half his cigarette landed.
“Now is when I need a rifle instead of this shotgun.” Demonette’s hand came up and wiped her face. She looked at the grease she had gotten from the rear wheel she was behind. “I thought for a second I was bleeding black blood. Let’s get this over with. I have Devil and Angel hid out up the road and I don’t know how long they will stay before leaving if we don’t get back.” She looked at him and he knew it was up to him take care of this distraction.
He used his sharp eyesight to pinpoint the thing shooting at them. The evil powers had not given him superhuman senses but did give him immortality. The immortality had drawbacks. If he was killed it took a week for him to be fully restored. Demonette had immortality also. Let’s face the truth here. Everyone that had been in hell has immortality with the same restrictions. Everyone was given one power in addition to immortality. Red’s power was that of a healer. If someone was hurt or ailing she could lay hands on them and they would be healed. Her healing power included rejuvenation of any body parts she lost, except her head. Anyone losing their head was gone forever.
“I see them. Why do they always run in groups of three? It is a group of those mutated wolves. They are always two males and one female. I think if I can kill the alpha male the other two will skedaddle.” He brought his submachine gun up and waited. The maximum range for this thing was only a little over 650 feet. They were in range now but he wanted to be sure. He watched as they crawled on their bellies through the tall grass. He slowly squeezed the trigger and a three round burst of bullets sped toward their target. The alpha male leaped high into the air, his finger frozen on the trigger of his rifle. The rounds from his gun ripped into the other two wolves.
Sam, followed by Red, ran to where they lay on the ground. Red had her shotgun drawn and at the ready. There was no need, all three wolves lay dead. “Do you see anything of theirs we can use?” he asked.
Demonette reached down and slipped the thong from around the female’s neck. It held a pendant that she removed and tossed into the weeds. She threaded the pendant she had found and hung it over her neck. “We better go now.”
Chapter 2
The New World
“There they are being attacked by those two red hell demons.” Demonette pushed the gas pedal to the floor board. The truck leaped forward gaining speed. Without even slowing she slammed into the two demons. One came up through the busted windshield causing glass to scatter in all directions. Pieces of glass stuck out of the demon’s red flesh. The other demon was under the truck and two of the wheels bounced over him.
The truck came to a stop in front of Devil and Angel. Sam jumped out of the truck and ran to his black mutated rat he called Devil. Devil was bigger than a regular horse—maybe the size of a Clydesdale—and had a red hell demon in his mouth chewing on it. Sam could hear the crunch as the bones broke when Devil closed down with his powerful jaw. “I don’t think that demon will be coming back to life any time soon.”
Red had her knife out hacking at another hell demon trying to cut its head off. She wanted to make sure they never returned. She considered it as a form of thinning out earth’s population. No one wants earth to become overpopulated again. She tried to get out of the way but the demon’s claw racked down the side of her face, taking one of her ears with it. She reached to her boot and pulled out the long stiletto she kept there. She slashed at the demon’s face with her knife while driving the stiletto into its heart. The demon fell to the ground. Making sure she wouldn’t be attacked by another one she took time to behead it.
Sam was having his hands full with Devil. The big rat had finished with the demon and was drooling spit on him as he licked Sam’s face like a faithful dog. Too many years ago to count they had picked these two from a litter one of the hell demons owned and raise them as they would have their children if they had any. They had started training them as soon as they opened their eyes. Once they were trained as a mount they had gotten rid of their horses. Not only could they ride them but during a fight they were irreplaceable. They were trained as a war rat and were more vicious than any horse Sam had ever seen.
Red pushed at Angel, her white rat, to keep her from licking the side of her face where she had lost her ear. Angel was the same size as Devil. She laid her hand on the side of her face and used her power to heal her face and replace her ear. “It looks like we won’t have to feed the children for some time now,” she said watching Sam take the heads from the demons bodies.
“I think the world is falling apart. I just hope all the innocent people were able to leave the planet. I would sure hate to have anything innocent on my conscience,” he laughed.
“I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that. You haven’t had a conscience since I’ve known you.”
Red went back to the truck where she had left her backpack and came back with two large pieces of cheese. Both the rats had their tongues hanging out with spit dripping from them. They used their heads to nudge her until she gave in and gave one hunk to each.
Both pets had a small hump on their backs starting at the spot where the neck ended. Their hair was extremely short and never needed trimming. The two outside eyes on each were jade green. The center eye, which was in the middle but slightly higher than the other two, was ruby red. They were always glowing. Sam knew the two outside eyes were for seeing but hadn’t figured out what the center eye was used for. They had two short upright ears and a long sharp barbed tails that dragged the ground unless held upright. The tails were in themselves killing instruments. Their front teeth were long and sharp, made for piercing and ripping. Their back teeth were made for grinding. All four of their paws had large sharp claws that were retractable.
“How far is it to the gas station where the man gave you this truck?”
“The place would be just up the road from here. I drove slowly so Angel and Devil would have no trouble keeping up. When I got here with all these trees so they would have shade I told them to wait for me.”
“How were you able to bring them with you when we were kicked out?”
“I can’t tell you all my secrets.”
“Well I’m just glad you found a way regardless of what way that was.”
“We’ll have to leave the truck here. It is almost out of gas and I don’t know where to get any right now.” Angel’s head was nudging Red in the stomach so she rubbed on one of her short ears. Angel loved to have her ears rubbed.
Sam climbed into the back of the pickup and reached a hand to help Red up. They both whistled their mounts. Devil came on the side where Sam stood holding the saddle and Angel went to the side where Red stood. Standing high like this made it a little easier to saddle the rats. He looked over at Red and grinned. “Our life in this new world is on its way.”
They pulled up in front of the honky tonk that displayed a big sign that read Rowdy Friends Juke Joint. They dismounted and unsaddled the rats. They removed the reins so they could roll in the dirt and be free to move about without getting tangled.
“It’s about time you got here. I knew if I waited in front of a juke joint you both would, sooner or later, show up.”
Sam just stared. “I can’t believe you made it. I figured you would be left to burn or you went with the Devil on his vacation off world.”
Red looked at the five hundred pound Gryphon lying flat on the boardwalk next to the saloon. When he rose to his feet his size became apparent. He stood ten feet high at the top of his shoulders. His front half was an eagle and his rear half was a lion. He was fifteen feet long not including his extended tail. “I’m going to give you fair warning. If you start getting us into more trouble than we can handle I will personally blow you away with my shotgun. Then I will slowly roast you over an open fire and feed you to Angel. Do you understand me?”
He reached one talon up, slipped the bead down on the leather thong under his neck and removed his straw cowboy hat. “Yes ma’am I surely do. I really don’t think I can get you into any trouble you can’t get out of. I haven’t so far…have I?” Niffirg cocked his head, with the tufts of feathers on each side looking like the devil’s own horns, and stared at her. His violet colored eyes glowed as if they had flames in back of them. He ruffled his gray feathers and shook himself.
“What do you thank Sam? Should we let him join our little group or feed him to the pets for lunch?”
“We do go back a long way and most of the time he is trustworthy so I vote yes to him going with us.”
“Let’s go drink to that,” Niffirg said using one of his long talons to scratch behind one of his small ears. “These fleas are killing me.” He put his hat back on and pushed the bead up to his neck. He used the thong from the hat to keep it from coming off when he was flying.
Angel stretched her neck so her head was level with his eyes and ran her long tongue under his neck. He jumped back just in case she was hungry enough to forget that they were friends.
“You’re lucky she just had lunch before we came here,” Red said.
“She’s the one that is lucky. It takes a lot of meat to keep my weight up,” he responded.
They didn’t bother tying the two rats to the post but left the reins lying on their necks. Sam pushed the wide, tall batwing doors open and let Niffirg and Red go in ahead of him. The overhead fans in the twenty foot ceiling swirled,, stirring the air so that it was a little cooler than outside. The old wooden floor creaked as they walked across. The long bar went almost from one wall to the next, leaving enough room on each end for barstools.
They walked to the end so they could see the whole bar and the entrance. There were only four stools at that end so each had a stool plus one for someone who was brave enough to get near them. It looked like at one time the wall held a large mirror but not any more. It must have been broken. In the center of the back wall behind the bar was a large painting of a scantily clad hefty lady in a reposing position.
“Bring us a bottle of whisky with two glasses and a bowl. It’s hard for me to drink from a glass,” Niffirg ordered the bartender. He pushed the stool out of his way so he could get closer to the bar.
The bartender tossed the bar rag over her shoulder. One of her hands held a baseball bat and two were wiping a glass dry. All four arms were in motion. “Look my half feathery friend I don’t mind you drinking and I would bring you that bottle of whiskey but I don’t see any pockets in any of your feathers. Where do you keep your money?”
“I thought the first bottle was free,” he said in an almost whisper. His voice wasn’t loud and sometimes not strong.
The bartender threw back her head and howled causing her long sharp fangs to show. Her long stringy gray hair hung across her green colored shoulders. “For that good laugh I’m going to give you a free shot of my bar whiskey.” With that said she reached under the bar and pulled out a bowl that she set in front of Niffirg. She poured at least two shots into the bowl and smiled at him.
Sam started searching his pockets to see if he had any money. He hadn’t thought about having to pay for anything. He always took what he wanted and didn’t bother to pay. When he found nothing that resembled money he looked at Red for support.
“Bring us a bottle. It looks like it is always up to the female to support these no-accounts,” she told the grinning bartender.
With two shots of whiskey in his gut Sam lit one of Red’s cigarettes and blew smoke toward the ceiling. He looked around at the array of individuals seated at the bar and at the scattered tables. There were hardly any two alike. “It must be Halloween here everyday.”
A slick looking red demon with green hair sidled up to Sam slapping her riding crop against her bare leg. The skimpy ragged outfit she was wearing barely covered her. The nipple of her breast had managed to peek through a hole in her green blouse. She climbed on the spare stool and swiveled it to face him. “Do you want to buy me a drink?” She used the butt end of the crop to lift his chin.
“Hey ma’am he already has a girlfriend but I’m free as a bird,” Niffirg said in a guttural whisper. He looked at her from the last spot next to the wall to see if she was impressed. His large size and good looks didn’t seem to impress her much. It was apparent that the alcohol was talking. He wasn’t much on socializing. The only one he let ride him was Red. He let Sam groom him sometime but never let him on his back. Red had rescued him when he was a hatchling and raised him. They went back a long ways.
Red was sitting between Niffirg and Sam taking it all in but said nothing.
The green haired woman looked down the bar at Niffirg. His two hands, which were hidden by his wings when not in use, were holding his bowl of whiskey to his beak. “I don’t think you have what I’m looking for,” she told him.
“I can’t buy you a drink because I have no money,” Sam said pushing the crop away from his chin.
“Then I will buy you one,” she said. She reached over and kissed him full on the lips.
The shotgun blast caused everyone in the bar to jump. The red demon woman was lying on the barroom floor with a hole in her stomach and Red was pumping another round in her shotgun.
“Why did you do that?” asked Sam.
“She can get her own man. Well she can’t now but she could have if she had been more careful. It looks like everyone is wearing skull trinkets. That must be the in-thing now.” She removed the female’s earrings that had a skull the size of the tip of her finger dangling from them. She put them in her ears. “Now I’ll look for me a ring with a skull and I’ll be all set.”
Sam didn’t say anything else but got down from the stool and dragged the red demon out the swinging doors and gave her to the pets. When he came back in the owner of the bar came up to him. “My name is Hammer. We’re starting a poker game in the far corner there if you want in.”
Sam looked over to where the owner was pointing. He saw three other men…let me clarify that. What he saw were three individuals that were mutated animals and if you included the owner there were four mutated animals. All looked like aliens from another world and could have been.
In the group was a werewolf, a cobra snake, a lizard that was more dragon than lizard, a shark…yes an air breathing shark with arms, legs and feet. In fact they all had hands but one didn’t have legs. You can hardly have a serious card game without a shark. They are known as card sharks. The owner was a werewolf that looked like a throwback from a giant mountain wolf. These were some of the toughest, meanest and all out evil individuals on the planet.
“I would love to but I don’t have any money. I’ll go over and see if my friend, Red, has some money she’ll trust me to hold.” Sam looked deep into the green eyes of the ferocious looking werewolf with the long sharp canines that could use a good brushing. “If I do get into the game and catch any one of you cheating I will kill you, not them, but you. It’s your game and you are responsible for keeping it on the level.”
Hammer nodded his head and went to the table with a bag full of poker chips and a gallon jug of whiskey.
“What did he want?” Red asked Sam when he slid back on the stool. “Was he saying something about me killing that red hell demon?”
“No, he wanted to know if I would like to sit in on the poker game they are getting ready to start.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him I didn’t have any money.”
“We might as well go for broke.” Red swung her backpack onto the bar and pulled out a stack of bills. She motioned for the bartender. “Bring a bottle of your best bourbon and a pack of unfiltered cigarettes.”
“Hey I could use a bottle of that good stuff if you don’t mind,” Niffirg told her.
“You keep drinking the rotgut from the bottle we have. The good stuff is going to Sam for luck.” She handed Sam the pack of cigarettes, the money and the bottle of bourbon. “You go over there and clean them out.”
“It looks like the only chair left is facing the wall. You’ll have to be the eyes in back of my head,” Sam told Red and Niffirg as he turned toward the table.
“Don’t you worry we’ve got your back,” Niffirg replied taking a big gulp from his bowl.
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