David Edgerley Gates
David Edgerley Gates lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The author of the Placido Geist bounty hunter stories, a series of noir Westerns, he is a past Shamus and Edgar Award nominee for best short story. He recently completed BLACK TRAFFIC, a Cold War spy novel set in Berlin, and is at work on his next book, THE BONE HARVEST.
“Many of my characters seem to me to be accidental, or at least uncalculated. The old bounty hunter, for example, stepped into ‘The Undiscovered Country’ about fifteen pages in, without any warning. I had no idea he was waiting in the wings. Benny Salvador, on the other hand, was more deliberate, because he’s modeled in part on stories my friend David Salazar told me about his grandfather, who was a peace officer up in Rio Arriba county for many years.”
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Glass signed off the radio and walked over to where Andy stood, looking down at the dead man. The exit wound in the back of his head was the size of a lemon, and most of his brains had leaked out of the skull cavity. Glass tipped the dead man’s face up with his foot. The features were swollen and distorted, his cheeks puffy and cyanotic, the waxy skin bruised with powder residue.
Step On A Crack: The Collection
Five minutes went by. Then ten. I allowed my metabolism to slow, lizard-like, and let my imagination cool. There was no point in making ill-educated guesses.
The door clicked open. I looked up.
The man in the doorway studied me for a moment. Then he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
Blood Money - The Collected Placido Geist Bounty Hunter Stories
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Simon Straw smiled. It was a disarming smile, almost apologetic. It wasn’t meant to give insult. His stance was relaxed, practically nerveless, none of his muscles tensed, his hands at his sides, the elbows slightly bent, like a man ready to pick up a glass. His gun was worn high on the hip, a .44 Remington single-action. “I’m here for you, old man,” he said to Placido Geist.
Cover of Darkness
McElroy made the dive from a point on the riverbank a thousand yards upstream from the triangulated position of the wreckage. The skin of ice sighed as he slipped under it, and the dark water closed over his head like a shroud.
Step on A Crack
It’s said things come in threes, a run of good luck at cards, a run of bad luck in love. But the penny doesn’t always drop until the third time around. Come the third time, you snap your mental fingers, and tell yourself, I knew that.
How to Electrocute an Elephant
Topsy killed George Fennady today. She maneuvered him into the corner of her pen and crushed him against the walls. It may have been an accident, of course, but I doubt it. This is the third death she’s caused in three years.
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