Sunset and Sawdust

Sunset and Sawdust

Joe R. Lansdale

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 0375719229

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Sunset and Sawdust

Joe R. Lansdale

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 0375719229

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


In the middle of a cyclone, beautiful, red-haired Sunset Jones shoots her husband Pete dead when he tries to beat and rape her. To Camp Rapture’s general consternation, Sunset’s mother-in-law arranges for her to take over from Pete as town constable. As if that weren’t hard enough to swallow in depression era east Texas, Sunset actually takes the job seriously, and her investigation into a brutal double murder pulls her into a maelstrom of greed, corruption, and unspeakable malice. It is a case that will require a well of inner strength she never knew she had. Spirited and electrifying, Sunset and Sawdust is a mystery and a tale like nothing you’ve read before.

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said. “God didn’t give animals souls.” “What about you?” Plug asked. “You got one?” Two grabbed Plug by the shirt and shoved him back. Plug dropped his hand to his gun, but didn’t pull it. He said, “All right. All right.” “No more,” Two said. “Not a word.” Plug nodded. Two started trotting down the trail, Hillbilly and Plug behind him. Clyde and Karen sat in the wash and listened to an owl hoot and the creek water run. They saw a coon cross in the moonlight, splashing water, clambering to

out at me. He really went to work on me. Did it because he liked to do it.” Karen hung her head. “He didn’t never hit me. You’re the only one ever spanked me.” “He loved you. He adored you.” Sunset put her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. Karen let it rest there. “He always told me good night,” Karen said. “He can’t do that no more. We can’t go fishing no more. And we always sang together. He taught me to sing. Said I was as good as Sara Carter.” “Better.” “You could have done something

Clyde said. “No, he don’t,” Hillbilly said. “I knew where these guns were,” Clyde said, and gave the shotgun to Hillbilly. He handed him a fistful of shells as well. “Where do you sleep?” Sunset asked Hillbilly. “Not sure. Place never looks the same.” “You didn’t ask where I sleep,” Clyde said. “This is your house. I figure you have a place. I was wondering about the houseguest.” As they climbed in the truck, Sunset said, “From now on, you boys need to be armed at all times. We can’t be

forehead. Sunset thought it made her look like some of those Greek statues she had seen in books, thought of the story she had read about Helen of Troy, thought Marilyn might look as Helen would have looked at sixty. Still beautiful. Sort of face an artist would want to carve in granite. When Marilyn wiped the tear away with the back of her hand, Sunset said, “We don’t need to talk about it no more.” Marilyn nodded. “Let’s ride a little. Something I want to show you.” They threw up a lot of

the name Goose wouldn’t fit him. They’d call him Pig, something like that. His legs grew heavy and his arms grew tired, but he tried to focus on the road ahead, thinking that around each far ahead curve he would see Camp Rapture. He wondered what Camp Rapture was like now. When he left it, it had just become a camp and it had the name all fresh and new and it wasn’t much to see. Goddamn. How long ago was that? Thirty? Thirty-three years? He couldn’t really remember. He was in his early twenties

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