Yellowstone: Free Preview

YELLOWSTONE

Copyright 2018 W. G. Sweet all rights reserved.

Cover Art © Copyright 2018 W. G. Sweet

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your bookseller and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

LEGAL

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places or incidents depicted are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual living person’s places, situations or events is purely coincidental.

No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, electronic, print, scanner or any other means and, or distributed without the author’s permission. Permission is granted to use short sections of text in reviews or critiques in standard or electronic print.


abbed his finger at the map and Maria leaned across and looked at the map, “Teddy Roosevelt Lake… Tonto National forest… Connected to Gila National forest… Cibola National forest. Pretty isolated.”

Maria turned her eyes back to the desert. There was little to see, but twice she had hit bushes that popped up out of what seemed like nowhere. They had passed under the truck, but there were cactus out here too in places, and she was pretty sure a cactus wouldn’t just pass under the truck.

“So… Why there?” Maria asked.

“Just a place to get ourselves together: Breath for a few moments, really look the map over and pick a destination.”

“Isn’t that taking us closer to Yellowstone, or whatever is causing the problems to the north?” Maria asked. They had both noticed thick plumes of black on the far horizon in that direction. The radio in the truck was dead: Static all across the dial.

“It is… But,” Jack checked the scale and did some quick measurements. “Still close to a thousand miles away from there.” He looked up. “I think it is Yellowstone. I heard something just before everything hit the fan, something about the park in Yellowstone.”

“What was it?” Maria asked.

“I don’t know,” Jack answered. He shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention… Wish I had been… Something like everyone in the park went off line… Like they couldn’t reach any of the stations, rangers, whatever you call them… Something like that. And seismic activity, like an earthquake centered there.” He shrugged once more and shook his head.

“So it’s a good place to stay away from,” Maria said.

“Yeah… I would say so, but we’ll be a thousand miles away.” Jack shrugged once more.

“So?”

“So, head north… We’ll have to cross a few highways… Just keep out from the cities… I mean Phoenix turns to suburbs that spread out a long way, at least that’s what the map looks like. Like it just kept spreading and so they just kept adding names.”

Off to their left the city was easy to spot. There were fires all through it. In some places huge sections were on fire, in others it was scattered fires. There were no areas that didn’t seem to be affected, and with the fires it was easy to track the edge of the cities as they drove.

Maria laughed. “So they just added names. Well, couldn’t the same be said about Los Angeles? About any large city as it grows? Isn’t that the way it works?”

“I guess… I hadn’t thought it out.”

~

“Going to have to cut through part of the city,” Maria said a few moments later.

Jack looked up from the map as the truck rolled to a stop. “A river.”

“Probably a canal…” Maria said. “Either way we can’t drive over it… Does it break anywhere?” She turned the truck and began to run along the side of the canal heading for the city once more. In the distance several fires burned, but the fires seemed to be several miles distance, nothing close. “Like a housing development or something,” Maria said a few minutes later as the truck bumped up onto a road that was paralleled by a brick wall. The wide concrete gutter was bone dry, the pavement smooth after so much time in the desert

“Not on the map…” He shrugged. “I just don’t know, Maria.”

Maria had stopped on the edge of the housing development. It was dark, lit only by the headlights of the truck. Cars and trucks sat neatly in driveways. The streets were empty. Heavy dust seemed to blanket the whole scene. Little trails cut from place to place.

“Spooky,” Jack said. “Volcanic ash?”

“Probably… What do you think the trails are?”

Jack frowned. “It has to be the dead.”

“It doesn’t have to be the dead… Could be small animals raiding house to house… No garbage any more so they have to get into those houses and get what they can or starve… Or it could be the dead.”

“Great, you had me ha…”

Something hit the truck hard and it rocked on its springs. The smell of death hit them about the same time, and Maria hit the gas, mashing the pedal into the floor boards.

A rotting hand came through the open back window and fastened around Maria’s throat, her hands left the wheel as she was yanked backwards; the truck spun hard to the left and accelerated, her foot still mashed on the gas.

Jack lifted his gun and shot the zombie in the face. It seemed slow motion at first, the face exploded as it fell away into the back of the pickup, Maria drew a deep breath and tried to grab the wheel, but it was too late. Everything sped up to real time and the truck roared forward and slammed into the side of a house, continuing on through the wall and into it. Her foot had slammed down on the brake and the truck finally stopped several feet inside the house.


Yellowstone: W.G. Sweet “In 1930 the Army did an exploratory survey. What they came up with was that there was a section of the Rocky Mountains missing; the team assumed that the largest crater of an extinct volcano lay before them… They were wrong…” https://goo.gl/m7PdCp

Advertisements

White Trash: Free Preview

WHITE TRASH

By Dell Sweet

Copyright © 2018 by Dell Sweet

PUBLISHED BY: Dell Sweet; all rights reserved

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

LEGAL

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places or incidents depicted are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual living person’s places, situations or events is purely coincidental.

This novel is Copyright © 2018 Dell Sweet. No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, electronic, print, scanner or any other means and, or distributed without the authors permission. All rights are retained by the Author.

Permission is granted to use short sections of text in reviews or critiques in standard or electronic print.

Cover art Copyright © 2018 Dell Sweet


Jimmy had called people in Syracuse, Liberty, Buffalo, and in Manhattan to be safe. Someone, somewhere, had to have seen the two of them. He pulled into the Shop and Stock, noticing the unmarked cruiser sitting near the front of the store as he did. A blonde haired, heavy set cop stood outside smoking a cigarette. A thin punk-looking girl standing next to him was smoking her own cigarette. The cop was easy to spot, the clothes. It was always cheap suits. Off the rack. Ill fitting. Cheap cotton shirts. Frayed cuffs. Shiny plastic looking shoes with the thick rubber soles. The cop eyed him as he walked by.

“I wish I had known about the boy at the end of the road,” the girl said to the cop in a low voice as Jimmy walked by. It shouldn’t have meant something to him, but it did. He knew exactly who she was talking about. He looked up and the cop’s eyes were staring back at him. They knew each other. It had been as easy for the cop to spot his kind, as it had been for Jimmy to spot him. Jimmy slid his eyes away and entered the store, leaving the two of them alone out in the cold. He looked around. The other two, they always traveled in pairs, was over by the office nursing a cardboard cup of coffee.

Jimmy headed down the aisles and picked up a few items: Road stuff. He’d be on the road again soon. He had hoped to talk to a few other people here. His source told him that the girl had worked here, but with the two cops here it wasn’t going to happen. Maybe he’d hang around until the cops left, ask a few of his own questions. The skinny girl outside obviously knew something. She was kind of interesting herself: The kind of girl that drew him.

He was heading for the checkout when his cell phone rang.  He opened it, said hello, and then tucked it between his shoulder and chin and listened. He stopped in the aisle and took the phone back into his hand so he could hear better.

“Right… You did good… I’m on my way there,” he told the caller. Someone had dealt directly with the kid and the girl and that information had now made its way to him. He set the few items he had selected down on a shelf, and pulled out a small notebook and pen. “Uh huh… Hold on a sec… Go ahead, got it now…” He wrote down the make and model of the truck the two were driving, and the address in Liberty they had used when they bought it.

He recognized the address immediately. He had even been there himself. It was Neo’s place, or one of them. He penned a check next to the address to remind himself to check it out. Pretty ballsy of them to go there at all. He glanced up and saw the cops backing out of the parking lot, picked up his items and walked to the checkout.

“Okay… Okay, thanks. I’ll be in touch in,” he looked at his watch, “About seven or so… Yeah… Okay.” He closed the phone, slipped it into his pocket, paid for his items and walked back out. The girl was finishing up her cigarette as he came out.

She looked up at him.

“Hey, the detective told me you wouldn’t mind answering a few questions?” Jimmy said.

“But I just talked to him… Who are you?” Alice asked.

“I know, but he works for the city, I work for the county. We may end up with the case because of what happened now with the girl,” Jimmy said.

He continued past her on his way to his car, unlocked it, and placed his bags on the back seat. “C’mon, you must be freezing. I’ll turn on the heater.” He got into the car without waiting for her to reply. He started the car as she walked around the front of it and turned the heater up to high. She got in and rubbed her hands over the vents.

“I am a little cold,” Alice said and smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Alice,” Jimmy said. He slipped his gun out of his jacket pocket and pushed it into her chest. Fear leapt onto her face and her mouth began to quiver.

“Keep smiling, Alice. I’d hate to have to kill you right here,” Jimmy said.

Alice quickly pushed a smile back up onto her face.

“We’re going for a little ride, Alice. If you tell me everything you know, no problem. If you don’t,” he ground the barrel of the gun in hard until she cried out in pain. “Yes, I see we understand each other. Put your seat belt on, Alice.” Jimmy shifted into reverse and backed out of the lot. He headed for the other side of the city where he could pick up route three for Liberty. There were more than a few isolated areas along the way that he knew about. He could have his conversation with Alice at any of them.


Fourteen million dollars in a burned suitcase. Parts of a dead man in a duffel bag. Two hired killers, a drug dealer, and two organized crime kingpins; all chasing two white trash kids from New York into the Deep South  … https://books.apple.com/us/book/white-trash/id1439875867