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Stagger: A Short Story: Individual Short Stories and Novellas
Stagger: A Short Story: Individual Short Stories and Novellas
Stagger: A Short Story: Individual Short Stories and Novellas
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Stagger: A Short Story: Individual Short Stories and Novellas

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Some call it honky-tonk music. Others, the Devil's music. To Luther Davenport, the greatest honky-tonk fiddle player of them all, it was music worth killing for.

A short horror story about cowboy music by Andrew Hickey.

This ebook edition comes with a bonus second story, "Guys and Dholes", a comedy horror story which homages Damon Runyon and H.P. Lovecraft.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAndrew Hickey
Release dateJan 9, 2020
ISBN9781393710523
Stagger: A Short Story: Individual Short Stories and Novellas
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Andrew Hickey

Andrew Hickey is the author of (at the time of writing) over twenty books, ranging from novels of the occult to reference books on 1960s Doctor Who serials. In his spare time he is a musician and perennial third-placed political candidate.

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    Stagger - Andrew Hickey

    Stagger: A Short Story

    Individual Short Stories and Novellas

    Andrew Hickey

    Published by Andrew Hickey, 2020.

    © Andrew Hickey 2020, all rights reserved

    Cover ID 72039395 © breakermaximus | Dreamstime.com

    STAGGER

    They used to call it honky-tonk music. It’s not a style you get much any more, and you young folks won’t understand when I talk about it, but that was some powerful stuff. Music that could get you the way no other music would. And Luther Davenport was the king of that music, until he wasn’t.

    Now, I know some of you young fellas think you know about honky-tonk music, but that shit you get now, that ain’t the same thing at all. That’s music made by some pretty boy from California or New York, pretends to be a bad boy from Arkansas and sings about trucks and murders when he’s come right outta Harvard.

    Real honky-tonk music, the real stuff... that was made by men who wore suits and ties, nice as you like, and who would smile and would call you sir or ma’am. They was clean shaven, and when they got money they showed it. Shit, when they didn’t have money, they still acted like they had it. Luther Davenport, he had his name written in rhinestones on his fiddle when I first knew him. Didn’t own a second pair of underwear, but he had them rhinestones, because when you went out on that stage you had to give the folks who’d paid to come and see you a goddamn show, because if they wanted to see some poor boy didn’t have a change of underwear they could see that at home and save themselves a nickel. And Luther always wore a hat. Not a little cowboy hat like Hank Williams or someone would wear, this real big stetson. Never saw him take it off, and I knowed him for ten years. Because how he looked was important. People like Luther wouldn’t go on stage in blue jeans any more than they’d go to church on Sunday with their cock and balls hanging out for all to see.

    Not that Luther went to church much. Not by the time I knew him. Because that’s the other thing about those men. These modern types, they’ve all got good big mouths on them, and they can talk about being bad men all day long. Not one of them’s a real hard man. Not the real type, the type you know if you say one word they don’t like, they’ll take a pool cue and ram it up your

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