He had explained that saucers were nothing but iron horses that rode through the sky. White men except their faces were not white, but yellow. Wilson!” Jimmy called back.įive back-breaking years. “An important customer!” he called after the boy. He looked at the lump of gold before Slim, the fragment before himself. Now send the boy over to Ma’s place and tell her to ask Mirabelle to get herself over here and pronto.”īill whistled. You know me, I never was one to dilly-dally. “You had time to go gold prospectin’ since you got out, then?” he said. Slim gave the piece to Bill who looked at in wonderment. Slim unholstered his revolver, took hold of the business end of it and whacked the lump with the handle. The rock wasn’t a normal rock, it glittered. Slim opened a saddlebag, took out a rock the size of a man’s fist and put it up on the counter. As Slim couldn’t read, there had been little danger of that before Doc had told him. And if you do, then for God’s sake don’t mention that it had Made in Sheffield stamped on its underside. For God’s sake, Doc had said, don’t mention the saucer. “Two weeks back,” Slim said, “They let me go early on account of my good behaviour.” One minute he was there, pointing his rifle at Slim and Doc, the next he had faded into nothingness. How twin blue lights had emanated – yes, he had to use a big word like that – from the giant saucer – Made in Sheffield could clearly be seen on its underside – causing the guard to clutch at his throat and begin to fall, but before he could fall, to – how had Doc put it? – disintegrate. The giant saucer-like object in the sky at night – at first, he’d thought part of the moon and broken off and floated down to earth – how it had shot the guard in the watchtower. Lookee here!” Bill said, glancing up from mopping the bar with a dirty rag, “When did they let you out?” He tied his horse up outside the saloon, Bill’s Watering Hole, sneezed – not for the first time – on account of all the dust he’d eaten on his journey, pushed open the swinging doors and strode on in. It was the summer of 1874, when Slim rode into Wild Hill, pop. Slim’s Back in Town by Anthony Kane Evans Though born in Manchester, UK, he is currently to be found in Copenhagen, Denmark, where he has made several documentary films for the Danish Broadcasting Corporation. E-zines include Litro Magazine, New Pop Lit, and Short Édition. Journals include London Magazine (UK), Orbis Quarterly International Literary Journal (UK), The Tusculum Review (US), Going Down Swinging (Australia), and The Antigonish Review (Canada). January Web Feature by Anthony Kane EvansĪnthony Kane Evans has had around sixty-five short stories published in various UK, French, US, Canadian, Nigerian, Singaporean, and Australian literary journals, e-zines, and anthologies.
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