High Strangeness-Tales of the Macabre
“She recognized the devil man the minute he hit town, mainly by his distinctive, eccentric steed. It was a fake palomino, all dolled up with copper plates covering its muscular hips, ropes of silver Mexican coins threaded through its mane, and a horse-like face with wide square teeth showing bone white in the unrelenting South Dakota sunlight. The horse trotted down the dusty street with a clank and a jingling of bells attached to its long tail, throwing shards of light before it. It was Dane al...l right, though she called him the devil man. Dane Whitehall, county sheriff, the man she would kill if she got the chance. It had been Dane, six months earlier, who had testified before the court that she was practicing Magick. He had witnessed it he said, insuring she’d be locked away for the public good.
She wouldn’t know Magick if it stomped on her foot and called her Baby. What she did know was the little mechanical box she had hidden under her thin cotton mattress was as malevolent and destructive as a gear-studded hangman’s noose the town of Hot Spring, South Dakota used on murderers.MoreLess
She wouldn’t know Magick if it stomped on her foot and called her Baby. What she did know was the little mechanical box she had hidden under her thin cotton mattress was as malevolent and destructive as a gear-studded hangman’s noose the town of Hot Spring, South Dakota used on murderers.MoreLess
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