Swing Bones and Motorbikes Ch2
Chapter 2: The Wild Bunch Heist
The scales lining her flapper dress winked in the dim light as she sauntered down the corridor. The narrow space was murky with cigar smoke and the smell of whisky. At the end of the hallway a door waited lit by a single yellow globe. The plumes swirling through the air filtered its shine into a sepia glow and she came to a stop beneath it. From her glittering bag she retrieved a pocket watch. The black hands where pointed like spears reading 12:02. She snapped it closed and wrapped on the door three times. It swung in, pulled by a hefty doorman who eyed her before moving out of her way.
Inside lay a small windowless room stacked with boxes on both sides. In the centre of the space was a table surrounded by men hunched over cards and crystal glasses of liquor. They where dressed in sharp dark suits some pinstriped, some plain, some blue, some black. Muffled jazz was winding its way around the room from a few floors up. She stepped inside and the door was
Swing Bones and Motorbikes ch1
Chapter 1: Two is Company
Dean had come to enjoy the feeling of flying with an intrinsic kind of pleasure. Below him the ground raced past his feet, so close he could almost feel the asphalt. In his peripheral vision just visible past his sunglasses trees, fences and fields blurred into each other all one picture of speed and movement. Wind rushed through his hair and curled into the hollow of his neck.
He'd driven the Indian on short trips around Kansas from time to time in the past but had scarc
Swing Bones and Motorbikes PL Prologue
There where many droughts in Kansas the year of the great spirit uprising. The water had dried up leaving nothing but the husk of the earth, which whipped unforgivingly across crops and planes alike. Liquor had been replaced by soda and near-beers which where about as far from a desperately needed stiff drink as a man could get. Then there were the souls of the people residing there thirsty, mourning a los