Category: A Trilogy.
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REALITY IS A CRUEL COMPANION
Part II of a trilogy. Part III will be posted tomorrow. The diesel thing took the wind out of Chaz’ sails. Luckily there was a guy over in the Oldsmobile Division that went for it hook, line, and stinker and ended up being the one GM Brass could pin the blame on. Chaz dodged the bullet and…
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PERCEPTION IS REALITY
Part I of a trilogy. Part II will be posted tomorrow. Chaz Chambers had risen through the ranks more quickly than his peers, garnering snide remarks from them, but noteworthy attention from his superiors. He ignored the former and took advantage of the latter, earning a cherished spot on the Cadillac team. His latest assignment…
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ALL THAT GLITTERS
This is the final installment of a trilogy. Olson wheeled the massive Mercury Monterey in between Trixie’s Buick Electra and Harlan Beaucamp’s Dodge Power Wagon. He left the windows down in order to keep the sedan cool while he went into The Lucky Lady to gather all the information he could on Lauren Martin, daughter…
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FLEET OF FOOT
Part 2 of a trilogy. Final installment will be posted tomorrow. When Chief Martin finally freed himself he went into the kitchen, and took out a jelly glass. One of the tall ones his wife had used for iced tea, not a short one she used for orange juice. He set it on the yellow…
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DRIVING THE DECISION
Part 1 of a trilogy. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. When he was released from Huntsville Prison, officials presented Glen Roberts with twenty bucks and a bus ticket to Fort Stockton. The suit he wore walking out the front gate was the same one he’d had on when he’d been driven in, August of 1959. …
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JUST LIKE OLDS TIMES
Part III of a Trilogy. When his secretary dropped the mail on his desk, she was sure to place what looked like the most interesting correspondence on the very top of the stack. It was addressed to ‘Bobby’ rather than ‘Robert’ or ‘Mr. Hardin’. In her years of working for him, she had never heard…
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SMALL TOWN COSMOPOLITAN
Part II of a trilogy. Part I was posted yesterday. Part III will be posted tomorrow. Bobby threw his duffle bag into the backseat of the new Ford convertible, grabbed the letter Jo Ellen had put under the windshield wiper, and crawled in behind the wheel to read it. It said she couldn’t leave North…
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A SOLDIER’S DREAM
This is Part I of a Trilogy. Part II will be posted tomorrow, Part III the following day. Bobby Hardin was barely 18 when he enlisted in ’43. Prior to that, he’d never been further than 50 miles outside Fort Stockton. After 13 weeks of basic training he found himself on a train heading from…