Excerpt:
Wearing black and white checkered board shorts and a white v-neck shirt Patrick Sweeney stood outside the Hearthville Saloon. A man walked by and noticed the silver chain necklace with a silver, spiked, and ruby bejeweled cross hanging from it and against Patrick’s smooth, hairless chest. The man and Patrick made eye contact but then both quickly looked away. Patrick wondered if he knew the man from somewhere but then he doubted it.The man wore a white stetson cowboy hat with a large, colorful feather sticking up from the black hat band. He wore black framed eye glasses that appeared to not quite fit right. The man’s moustache may have been real but Patrick kind of doubted it.
Patrick turned his attention away from the man and watched other people coming and going from the Saloon. They all seemed to be men.
Hearthville Serial
Book 5 (Title Undecided):
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2020
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 8
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Wearing black and white checkered board shorts and a white v-neck shirt Patrick Sweeney stood outside the Hearthville Saloon. A man walked by and noticed the silver chain necklace with a silver, spiked, and ruby bejeweled cross hanging from it and against Patrick’s smooth, hairless chest. The man and Patrick made eye contact but then both quickly looked away. Patrick wondered if he knew the man from somewhere but then he doubted it.
The man wore a white stetson cowboy hat with a large, colorful feather sticking up from the black hat band. He wore black framed eye glasses that appeared to not quite fit right. The man’s moustache may have been real but Patrick kind of doubted it.
Patrick turned his attention away from the man and watched other people coming and going from the Saloon. They all seemed to be men.
Patrick had never been in the Hearthville Saloon before but he knew it was frequented by a rough crowd. He had seen the place mentioned in the police blotter more than once. Did he really want to go in there and pick a fight with someone just so they would rough him up so that he could claim Stewart and Harry had done it to him? That was his plan but then there he stood and he was having second thoughts. He thought, “It was a stupid fight. I shouldn’t have said my sister is going to heaven and Judy is going to hell. But damn, Harry suggested my sister was a whore for God. For gosh sake, she is a nun. The son of bitch hates us Catholics.”
Patrick looked down at his brown, steel toe work shoes. They looked pretty awful, like he had worn them for a hundred years. Patrick looked at his reflection in the window shadowed by large men inside the saloon.
Patrick was actually on the small size for a college football running back. He stood 5’9″ and weighed 150 lbs.. He knew he was not as tough as the other football players on the Hearthville College Football Team. He thought, “The football team is called the Cupids.” He laughed to himself. “What a name. I guess I am tough enough for the Cupids.”
Selby James saw Patrick standing at the window and looking into the Saloon. He walked up behind Patrick and slapped Patrick on the butt. “Go Cupids.”
As Patrick rubbed his fanny where Selby had slapped it, Patrick looked at Selby. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Slap me on the butt.”
Selby rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Selby walked into the Saloon.
Patrick thought to himself. “Selby is not so tough. If he were to go too far in trying to beat me up, I could handle him.” Patrick took a deep breath and walked into the Saloon.”
Patrick looked around the crowded Saloon. He didn’t see Selby. He did see the man who had looked at his cross.
Patrick walked up to the bar, but away from the man he had made eye contact. He ordered a beer and showed the bartender his identification to prove that he was 21. The bar area was crowded and once he got his drink he walked over to a table. He sat down. He thought to himself, “I really need to get out of here. I don’t know what I was thinking coming into this place. It is obviously a gay bar.” Patrick watched two men dancing. “I really need to get out of here before someone sees me and thinks that I am gay.”
Patrick saw Selby James come out of the restroom. Patrick wondered, “Should I or shouldn’t I pick a fight with him.” Patrick pulled a coin from his pocket. He tossed the coin into the air. He was about to catch the coin when another hand caught the coin. Patrick’s eyes followed from the hand to the arm to the torso to the face. Patrick looked at the face of Leroy Bare.
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Holding Stewart’s fishing pole Dioson climbed up onto the pier. He appeared to be a beautiful woman and she called herself Diane.
Diane handed the fishing pole to Stewart. “Here you go honey. What happened baby. Did a little fish steal your pole?”
Stewart laughed, “Yeah, that is what happened. That sounds better than saying I threw the pole into the lake when I was getting ready to kill someone.”
Diane laughed. She slapped at Stewart. “Oh honey. You are so funny. I bet you could not even kill a little fly.” There was a pause. Diane added, “With a human head.”
Harry teased with Diane. He slapped at her with a limp hand. “Oh honey. You be so funny.”
Diane looked at Harry. He seemed cute enough. And that limp hand made her wonder if he might be the sort who would like chicks with dicks. “Yes. I am hilarious.” There was a pause. “And horny.”
Stewart quickly said, “Harry has a girlfriend but I am single.”
Diane said, “So is that your way of saying that you would like to butt fuck me.”
Stewart looked shocked and bashful. His voice cracked. “No. I was thinking more about going on a date.”
“A date. Well I could use a drink.” There was a pause. “A stiff drink. Let us head on over to the Hearthville Saloon.”
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