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Image If you’re rolling down the interstate, and you see a tore up old sign with river rock dents in it that reads “Edenholle,” you’re one of two things: a devil or a dead man. A woman behind the register at the first gas station’s gonna’ ask if you’re from ‘round here. Not ‘cause she doesn’t know, but ‘cause she does.

You’ll notice the barbed scar above her lip where her grandmama sewed up a busted nose and mouth, get distracted when she tells you about Edenholle’s charm. You also become aware of how empty the place is, almost like a liminal space. Your iPhone struggles to keep a 4G connection and even that’s bein’ generous. Miss Ruthie from Happy Flats Pick ’n Pump goes on to tell you to have a good night, when you fail to tell her what really brought you here. She doesn’t seemed fazed at all. Like she does this a dozen times a week, just different faces and positions of the sun. And you don’t care too much either.

There’s a haunting dryness to the heat that’s been riding your spine in spite of the breeze, the AC. At two in the morning, ain’t nothing but deep red light lining the grid of this outland town and a few staggering drunks. Torrid mountain silhouettes that don’t seem real. The smell of wheat, liquor, a real country meal and smoke. Not a Walmart or CVS in sight. But girls, girls with legs long and lushes picking cactus bones outta’ their socks every few blocks until the bars and the lights stop.

You don’t even care when you cross over into the lack of electric. You’ve been absentminded and ridin’ along when concrete crumbles into dirt and fires spring all around you like they was the biggest pyre in a pop up book. You roll on the brakes, blinking at the sudden reflection of white light from ivory timber - a gate connected to a fence whose limits go beyond the dark. There’s warning signs in another language you can’t read. Maybe you even missed the sound of a shotgun reload and coyotes in the distance. You still couldn’t be bothered. You’re tired. ‘Cause whether there’s a burner in your back pocket, a secret or a dream, you don’t give enough of a damn about where you ended up.

And that’s where you went wrong.

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Edenholle, Arizona our primary setting

Welcome to Edenholle (pronounced eden-hel), a town dryer than Don McLean's levee, fully furnished with cacti, carcasses and hardly runnin' Harley Davidson's.

Edenholle, Arizona

Edenholle, Arizona by SHOVELHEAD

Welcome to Edenholle (pronounced eden-hel), a town dryer than Don McLean's levee, fully furnished with cacti, carcasses and hardly runnin' Harley Davidson's.

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Imagethere was always something different about edenholle. whistle stop of smiles and secrets. wealthy in gold grass, lifeless and charming; piss poor in politics and wifi. a whopping two hundred and seventeen population to top it off. but all of this, including the dead-eyed local pharmacy clerk, still has its own allure.

gemini is no stranger to what others would deem ghost towns, would never be. it was an acquired taste. grew up smack dab in the middle of one, on a night colder than a witch’s titty. some odd amount of years in the mountains with nothing but old records and garden soil made him fond of quiet mornings and late, drunk noise. hell of a gardener, too. the hushed nights now only make him miss his mother. every loretta lynn track causes him to call her, and there’s no particular shortage in a town like edenholle. but on halloween, it’s only midnight in montgomery and don’t fear the reaper.

gun-grip angled over an engine, he mutters something about blue oyster cult that gets lost in the receiving end of a cigarette. the twitch in his muscles stiffens a map of veins down his prominent arm. coolant pools in the shadow of an old piece’a shit other people couldn’t be paid to touch. “can i drive with a cracked engine block?” he parrots, puffing that cherry wild flower red, certain he’s alone. a steady loss of fluid serves as a muted acoustic. the sun sits too high, cooking him like a Happy Flats bratwurst. he’s rented a garage unit for the day and given a price cut on the repair, sold himself short once again.

Imagea storm of small inconsistent curls glisten at the base of his neck. he’s laden with sweat and god-knows-what-the-hell-what from being knuckle deep in a corroded crankcase, and thick with the perfume of the last person he shared his bed with. the combination makes him wanna’ yak when he gets too hot about the absolute fuckin’ mess at hand. he digs around for a red paisley handkerchief, lines his mitt before scrubbing the shine off his skin in shallow, irritable swipes. the fabric ends up draped ’n billowing over the intake hose as the wind passes right on by.

it’s fall, ain’t no doubt about it. in spite of the heat of the sun, a lofty roll of dry leaves at the edge of concrete rustles a reminder. they sometimes dance and stumble around carved gourds. between buildings the air is bristling with all spice and clove. it’d make even a sane man apple crazy, as his grandmother used to say. nobody never laughed at that except for gemini.

a couple of kids skitter down main street, his back to the giddy commotion and candy bags. the third round of alan jackson makes gem snap and tentatively surrender, take a break to admire the diy skill of mamas ‘round town. which really ended up being more of an out-of-county-fair competition amid mothers who’d grown bored with cross stitchin’ bad words for their childless friends and drinking all the wine. in another month, it’ll be casserole wars with mammaw. for now, all the excitement is balled up in craft cotton, glitter, superheroes, plastic pistols and glue guns. it’s a sobering sight for someone who regularly forgets the rest of the world while lost in his own.

he garners a few waves. here, everybody knows just about everybody. oil stains work themselves in small spirals ’til they’re dark meres on an aged gray tee shirt whose letters once cohesively spelt something about some bar and day drinkin’. he fans the material, shakes his cigarette carton for a blind count. looks for a familiar silhouette on the street to procrastinate with, even though he ain’t feeling particularly social.

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ImageMaddie was in the bathroom. He could hear her hummin’, it was some song she’d tried to teach him before but he never could remember the name. Her soft voice was off pitch and high, sweet in that way only a kid could muster. It made his heart hurt listening to her, his mind immediately conjuring all that soft baby gurglin’ that had melted him when he’d lived with her. But here she was now, ten feet away usin’ the bathroom with the door locked while he fixed himself up a drink. Having another human in his trailer always felt weird, like he was navigating around a barricade to his usual life. He acknowledges guests with an abrupt awkwardness that make them stand clear, sit in the dining room booth, and leave him to his business. Maddie, Ev, and Beau were probably the only three that made themselves at home in his tiny trailer- hell, he’d made Maddie her own little room for when she visited, though most times she ended up sleepin’ with him.

Somehow he’d won out with Lucy this year and convinced her he was pulled together enough to handle Halloween. He had a feelin’ she wanted to night off from mom duty, but either way that simple ”sure, Bash” when he’d asked had made his heart go as fast as any beat down with the Lobos. Him and Maddie got along, she knew he was the awkward, unsure parent and got the fact that he was a part-timer enough to be soft with him. Thing was, Halloween was one of those rituals he didn’t think he ever got right as a kid. Firecrackers and car alarms and break ins weren’t part of the hallmark movie life he thought Maddie deserved, so he’d enlisted Ev’s help for the night.

Maddie sprung out, her chipmunk voice immediately calling out for him even though the bathroom was only a few feet away, “DAAAD! Listen. I know you don’t gotta costume but maybe we can have Miss Evvy just give you some whiskers or somethin’?”.

“Maybe Miss Evvy can make me somethin’ a little cooler than a cat costume, I think she’s got a bit more talent than that”, He nodded to her glass of orange juice he’d poured as she jumped into the booth across from him, grinning like a little monkey. Of course he hadn’t thought of his own costume, too set on making sure Maddies specific instructions had been relaid to Ev to worry about himself. Was that a thing parents did, dress up with their kid? He figured he just had to follow along for the night and make sure she didn’t get taken or eat all her candy at once.

“Yeah, she can do anything but you gotta agree to wear it” Maddie was sitting up on her heels now at the table, her little knobby knees poking over the edge as she leaned forward and gestured at him with the orange juice, “You gotta have fun Dad, that’s what it's all about. Mom said no moping”

Bash forced down that twinge of anger that surfaced at the comment, knowing full well that Lucy’d had a talk with Maddie about ‘who your father is’ before she came over for the weekend. Kids were parrots, mimicking their parents back to each other till they figured out their own thoughts. Maddie didn’t think her dad moped, Lucy did. To Maddie he was still the cool dad with a motorbike, fun friends, and access to horses whenever she wanted to ride.

“No moping, promise. I'm excited to wear whatever crazy thing you guys come up with” Maddie beamed back at him and giggled wildly, her little brain probably coming up with the craziest concocted costumes she could convince her accomplice to create for her.

Ever didn’t bother to knock, her presence filling the trailer the instant she entered. The only thing bigger than her bag was her hair, piled atop her head and pinned with glittering clips. Her face lit up as Maddie saw her, running over to hug Ever’s leg excitedly.

“Well hey there little lady,” Ever smoothed a hand over Maddie’s hair as she spoke, hauling her bag over her shoulder onto the table. She looked over at Bash, giving him a nod of acknowledgement and a knowing wink. A glint of amusement flashed in her eyes, it was rare to catch Bash in such a state. Few knew how to recognize it, even when he was unraveling he could maintain enough composure to the untrained eye. She could sense by the clench of his jaw, the slant of his shoulders - he was in full dad panic.

“Can I see? Can I see it?” Maddie asked, leaping to see what was in the bag.

“Can you see it?! I’ll do you one better, you can wear it!” Ever reached into a bag, pulling out the costume and holding it out for Maddie.

“Wonder Woman!” She squealed with excitement. Ever, Beau, and Bash had taken her to see it in the theaters when it first came out. She and Maddie had gushed about it for hours later, Maddie running around pretending she was Wonder Woman. “I’ve got some other accessories and props I had my boys on my production team make for me, but first go put this on so I can make sure it fits right before we go out.”

Maddie nodded, her face all of a sudden serious with determination. She took the costume, running off into her room to try it on. Ever watched her disappear behind the door, pausing for a moment to soak in the delight of the moment. Maddie had that effect on her. Made the idea of settling down not so scary, maybe even tempting. She pivoted to face Bash, raising her eyebrows.

“She seems super excited,” Ever said, careful not to sound too reassuring - didn’t want him to know his panic was so obvious. She began unpacking the bag's contents, accessories for Maddie’s costume. “You should take her over on Jackson street, I just walked over by there and the people there went all out.”

“Excited is an understatement” Bash stood and walked over to his kitchen bar, instantly making Ev a drink even though she hadn’t asked. His was still half full, his jitters making the alcohol seem like some sort of poison, “You know I had to dress up for this? I thought Halloween was about the kids getting candy and showing off their costume. I’ve never heard of parents doing it too” Bash kept his voice to a low whisper, aware of the paper thin walls and Maddie rustling into her costume a few away. He squeezed a lime into the drink roughly and turned around to Everleigh, casting the drink across to her without hesitation, “I need you to magic some costume on my face so she thinks I'm into it too. She suggested a cat, I thought maybe you could do something better than that”

Ever took the drink, her lips pulled into a wicked grin. “Oh honey...did you think she didn’t already know what your costume was? That kid must be one hell of an actor.”

She took a deep drink, turning around to delve into her bag fishing out a mask. The pointed ears and shape was apparent, “Batman - got the whole works. You know….if you want it.”

Bash’s stare slanted down to the mask, then back up at her, “Guessin’ you made the whole thing and not just the mask” He reached forward and grabbed at it without waiting for an answer, “My kid get you into a costume too? Let me guess, she also got her uncle in on this as Robin”

“Ha!” Ever emphasized her laughter with disbelief, handing Bash over the bag that was filled with the remainder of the costume to change into. “I would love to see the day someone manages to get that mangy mutt in a costume.”

“But, don’t worry, I brought my costume along too.” She added with a wink, finishing her drink and going to pour another.


Maddie skipped right ahead of them in her full cape, whip, and golden cuffs ensemble, her hair pushed back by the golden tiara so her tight curls bounced as she led the way. She was informing them about the kid in her class that lived on this street- every street in town she seemed to know exactly what kid lived where. Most of Bash’s face was obscured in hardened plastic, his eyes darkened by black eye shadow so that his face was morphed into a sculpted black scowl. The cowl headdress rested on his shoulder above a floor length black cape, locking his neck into position so it required the full movement of his chest to turn his head. Which was fine, really, because that meant he could just focus on Maddie and not the costume Ev somehow thought worked for a 5pm candy crawl.

It was black and leathery, skin tight in a way that smoothed everything but also hid nothing. Maddie had screamed and giggled something about Catwoman, but all that was catlike about this costume was the leather pointed cat mask. Bash had taken one look at her when she’d come out of the bathroom, coughed, and ushered them out the door.

Ever had forced them to take a couple of pictures before they left, scrolling through them as they followed behind the miniature Wonder Woman. She had already sent them to Beau along with a grinning imp emoji, all too aware of what she was doing. Beau had refused to ever dress up with her, what better way to get her way than to trick his brother into doing a couples costume with her. Genius really, the one person that Beau wouldn't immediately curb stomp.

“What do you think, I like this one the best.” Ever said, stepping in closer to show Bash the picture. She could feel his hand briefly brush across her hip and immediately recoil, Ever smirking with self-satisfaction.

Bash tilted his mask downward as both a courtesy glance and a nod, pretty sure that he didn’t want to see a photo of Ev’s body curled up next to him like it was now. He was also pretty sure she was doing it on purpose, her casual flirtiness enough a part of their relationship by now that he usually paid it no mind. But she also wasn’t usually standing next to him with half her breasts spilling out of a half zipped bodysuit.

Ever’s phone pinged with a reply almost instantly, Beau’s name flashing across the screen with a series of emojis after,

‘LOL that a joke???’

Ever laughed to herself, covering her expression to hide her devious delight. She went to slide her phone into her pocket, remembering she didn’t have any - instead sliding it into the fabric that stretched taut across her chest.

“Do you have Maddie the whole weekend then?” Ever asked, the two of them waiting at the curb and giving a little wave as Maddie ran up to the door with some of the kids who were working the same route as them.

“Yeah” Bash nodded, facing the house Maddie was gathered at, “Lucy’s on some trip I think, it was easy to convince her. I think the costume probably won half the argument though, thanks for that '' He glanced down at her stiffly and flashed a smile under the mask.

“Please - she’s a literal doll. I will make her a costume any day of the year, just because.” She waved off his thanks, never one to take genuine compliments easily. “Besides, no way I’m missing out on being able to boss you around with a whip.”

“Dad, Evvy - look!” Maddie interrupted- Bash sent a silent thanks to his kid for her good timing, “They had FULL size candy bars! I got a whole snickers!”

“Oo, is that for me?” Ever asked, holding out her hand expectantly.

Maddie wrinkled her nose, reading Ever’s expression before cackling with delight. “No! You gotta earn it!”

Bash laughed as Maddie shoved the candy in her bag and scrambled off to the next house ahead of them, keeping his eyes on her and definitely not on the whip hanging from Ev’s side

It was that evening time when the golden light was slipping through the shedding trees, casting elongated shadows across the cracked pavement and giving everything that warm, orange hue. Maddie was down another house before they made it to the next one, the small group of kids she’d joined with somehow instantly her pack. Bash watched her go but didn’t try hard to keep up, knowing she knew this street just as well as the next. It was that early hour of Halloween where the kids were young enough that the screaming and laughing was pure bliss and the clear joy of the evening seeping into him. He didn’t get a lot of normal like this, most of his time with his kid taken in stolen car rides or trips to ice cream. Lucy was warming to him lately- he was pretty sure she was dating someone new, so that probably helped. It meant his mind was wrapped in moments like this, Maddie laughing, golden shadows, and Ev somehow enjoying herself at his side- and not whatever shit Beau was getting the Lobos into.

The unmistakable coughing of an engine and grind of brakes behind him broke that peace, forcing his face into the same scowl as his mask. “Course he’s here” He grumbled under his breath as a door slammed and a man let out a low whistle.

“Aw, Evvy, daaaamn look at you” Beau cackled when Bash turned around, the younger brother almost doubling over at the somehow perfect rendition of the moody anti-hero.

Everleigh looked over to Bash with a sympathetic expression. Beau was at all times hard to be around - but he was about to be insufferable. She walked towards Beau, a smile splitting across her face in an attempt to disarm him. Her arm reached out to wrap around him, gently guiding him upright to interrupt his cackles.

“Hey baby, I didn’t realize you’d be coming out. I would’ve made you a Robin costume.” She teased, kissing his cheek affectionately.

Beau twisted his arm around her, his immediate inclination to tug her tightly against him at war with his awareness of the very family friendly setting they were in. And the ominous form of his brother, who had not moved from his absurdly Batman-like pose on the sidewalk.

“You just want me in skin tight spandex and underwear too. You know he’s got zero idea who Batman is outside the Dark Knight right?” He slid his hand a little low, stopping right above the smooth leather covering her ass.

Bash coughed, stiffly turned over to see Maddie finishing up with her current house, then turned back around, “Thought you said you were workin’ tonight”

Beau grinned at his brother as he released Ev, his touch lingering a little over her hip, “Workin’ now, thought I’d stop by on my way to Knox. If I’d known Evvy was gonna dress you up like a superhero family I might’a decided to come”

Ever pouted, grabbing a hold of his chin to turn his face towards hers. “I asked you to dress up with me, you told me over your dead body.”

“Oh” He raised a brow and glanced directly downwards, “You should’a asked me while you were wearing this”

“Hmm, well then I guess you learned your lesson.” She said, all too smug as she reached up to kiss him.

“Tio, Tio!” Maddie squealed, running full sprint across multiple lawns back towards the three of them wrapping her arms as best she could around both Beau and Ever. She jumped back after a moment, running a circle around them high from the sugar. “Look, Tio! I’m Wonder Woman!”

Beau released Ever and spun around to grab Maddie in one massive swoop, swinging her up as she screamed, “You're the only kid in town that gets a professional costume made and a whole team of superheroes escorting you around, you know that?” Maddie wound her arms around his neck in a tight, instant hug before kicking herself loose.

“I got three full sized snickers on only this street! Guys come on we have to go before they run out!” She instantly ran off, forgetting the adults in favor of the distant crowd of kids she’d been with.

“Remember that leash I bought you Bash?” Beau asked as she ran through several yards, his eyes instantly drifting back to Evvy’s costume now that the sugar-high chaos was gone.

Bash snorted and turned back around, “Think what Luc would do if she caught me leashin’ her kid. I'm catching' up with her”

“I’m right behind you,” Ever assured, waiting until Bash was out of earshot to look back at Beau with the look you give a puppy who had misbehaved.“Why can’t you be nice? You know how much this means to him.”

“You're dressed up like Batman and Catwoman” Beau replied as his hand twitched back towards her waist, “Why can’t you be nice?”

Ever feigned surprise, careful not to oversell. “Is that what this is about?! Baby, it was Maddie’s idea. She saw a picture when we were looking up family costumes. I don’t want her to miss out on these kinds of memories just because her parents aren’t together. It doesn’t mean anything but that.”

“Besides,” She added in a whisper. “You know at the end of the night you’ll be the one who will really get to enjoy this costume.”

He pulled her in and grinned into her hair, sliding two hands around her waist as he stepped them back against his car. Beau had a strong mind to open the door behind her and drive off, but he also knew she was right. For all Bash’s stubborn seriousness, the man turned into molten putty when Maddie was around. He’d probably have to come scrape his brother off the sidewalk if Ev didn’t stick with them.

“Alright, I’ll share” Beau leaned in for a slow kiss, “Promise you’ll bring the whip with you later”

“Mhmm, promise..” She mumbled against his lips, his hand on her ass to pull her closer.

“I’ll text you when I’m done,” Ever assured him, gripping at the fabric across his chest. “I’m going to post the picture on my socials later - be nice.”

“I’m nice, I’m nice” His words dripped with sarcasm but he’d keep his word. Maddie was a little monster but he loved the kid and wanted his brother to have every moment he could with her. Ev smiled at him, that slow one that made him want to tug her back against him, but instead he just slapped her ass and threw a wave to the distant smudge of black that was his brother before leaving just as abruptly as he came.

Ever watched as he drove off, waving in the rearview window with a look of triumph. Suddenly aware of a hot stare on her, her posture shifted. She had seen the dark curls from down the block, the oil stained shirt - now facing her with a cigarette between his lips and a look in his eye she was all too familiar with.

“Enjoying the show?” She asked, raising her arms to behold the scene that had just unfolded in front of him. Gemini was hardly a stranger to the games she played with Beau, they’d played each other’s pawns on more than one occasion. She walked towards him with a sultry feline grace, running the length of the whip through her fingers until the distance between them was enough to make him shift. Tilting her head to the side, malice and desire twisting her lips upward. “Don’t worry, I’ll get out of here before your little girlfriend shows up.”

“I’ve got a date to get to after all,” Ever plucked the lit cigarette from his lips, her gaze lingering on his mouth and making sure to give her the best angle on her ass as she walked away. She managed to catch up with Bash within a couple of houses, Bash not-so-obviously hanging back to make it easier. She couldn’t wipe her smirk expression from her face, too satisfied with herself. Beau and Ever wouldn’t be Beau and Ever without their mind games. A part of her wished she felt guilty for putting Bash in between them, though he was in enough denial about his attraction to her it made it easier to cope.

“Did I miss anything?” She asked once she reached him, putting out her cigarette glancing around trying to find Maddie in the mob of children that ran door to door.

“Twix, I think” He answered, letting her fall in step next to him as they all moved onto the next house.

Ever laughed softly, catching sight of Maddie. She had made friends with the other kids instantly, they were already swapping candies between houses. Ever nudged Bash’s side gently, pointing over to Maddie then looking back at him. “She’s having so much fun. I think you fucking nailed Halloween, Papi.”

Bash smiled slowly, a small little pang slipping through his chest at the image in front of him. Ever was right, Maddie was all louds expressive movements and cheeky grins, perfectly content with her candy haul and night. He felt sated, more proud of this small victory then any of the runs with the Lobos. He’d done a fucking good job.

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ImageDays had become shorter, night taking more bit by bit. You’d never notice it at first until one day it felt like you just couldn’t escape it. Knox had never been an early riser, much preferring the stolen moments at morning light; face buried in her hair spun of gold, running his fingers over the hills and valleys of her landscape.

Most morning’s he worked started with breakfast at Biscuits with Beau. Their calendar was an innate rhythm between them; second Tuesday of the month was a delivery to Roscoe’s Rodeo, the 15th of every month a check in at the warehouse up north, a meeting with the Ghouls once every six weeks to assure that promises surrounding their alliance were kept.

That tiny Plymouth Road Runner their home away from home. Comedic really, both of them much too tall for it’s compact space. Knox had learned to navigate the space like it was his own, the seat pushed all the way back with his feet hanging out the window. Wasn’t much, but it made sleeping with Mariah wrapped in his arms all the sweeter.

Knox had never been one for Halloween, or any holidays really. His mother would try to get him to dress up as a kid, he’d comply with the promise of candy but his heart was never really in it. Felt silly to pretend to be anyone but himself, but the moment his daughter started dressing in frilly princess dresses he felt his heart melt. He took the day off, unable to face the disappointment if daddy couldn’t make it to trick-or-treating - promising Beau they’d make up for lost time tonight. Her hand was too small to fit in his, sticky from the candy she’d stuck in her mouth when she thought momma and daddy weren’t looking, Knox and Mariah sharing a wink as they looked the other way.

The cacophony of shrieks of delight and racing footsteps was welcomed change to Edenholle, a place too often hushed by the silence of discretion. In between rung bells and knocked doors, Knox pulled Mariah in against him watching as their girl ran back and forth between them and the next candy score. A part of him felt like this was never really his, like he was living someone else’s life; someone who had by some fate scored the dream and Knox was just riding in their skin for these moments.

His phone vibrated in his back pocket, Knox groaning with annoyance. He already knew it was Beau, asking where Knox was so he could swing by and pick him up.

“I think my time’s up,” He said with an sheepish expression, scratching the back of his neck as he sent Beau a pin to his location. There was always guilt when he had to say goodbye, always leaving Mariah for long stretches of time. He wondered how she filled her time, or with who. He slid a hand to cradle her cheek, a his calloused thumb running rough across her silken skin.

“Don’t be too mad at me.” He said, leaning in with a languid smile and low eyes, mouth seeking hers. He savored the taste of her lips between his, lingering that contact as he spoke. “Promise I’ll be back tonight.”

He heard the hum of the approaching engine, the Green Beast approaching. Their daughter recognized the sound, running back to grab ahold of Knox’s leg - too familiar with the sound, knowing daddy was leaving.

“Noo, daddy you said you’d go trick-or-treating with me,” She whined, the wavering in her voice the first signs of a full blown temper tantrum. Knox leaned down to scoop the girl up, holding her between him and Mariah.

“I gotta get going, baby girl. I’m sorry I can’t stay all night, but now you get to have momma all to yourself.” Knox tickled her sides as he spoke, forcing the girl to giggle - the sort of unfiltered infectious joy that only a child was capable of expressing. He could hear the sound of the car slowing to a halt between them, the low idle hum resonating with Beau’s impatience.

“Be good alright, baby.” He said, giving his girls both a kiss - leaning in to whisper in Mariah’s ear, his hand snaking around her to give her ass a quick squeeze. “You too, alright.”

He jogged over to the passenger side of the green beast, giving them both a last look as he slid into the car. Beau didn’t even allow him time to adjust the seat before lurching forward, driving them towards the horizon.


Constance had never celebrated Halloween as a child. Her parent's had thought it a Satanic holiday, it's Pagan origins never without mention. For the Church, however, it had grown to be one of their busiest nights. She expected many would have penance to pay tonight.

"After you've replaced all the sheets, make sure all the rooms are stocked extra with the essentials - and give the surfaces a dusting." Constance dictated over Lila's shoulder, each word articulated with the kind of suppressed rage only god-fearing parents could breed. "I've got to go into town for some supplies but I'll be back within the hour, I expect this place to be sparkling by then."

"Yeah, yeah - save the whip cracking for tonight, Constance." Lila huffed under her breath, audible but still a sound of defeat. She could hear the sound of Constance's heels clicking away, followed by the sound of the door behind her.

Lila waited a beat to make sure Constance wouldn't come back, pretending to forget her keys or wallet to make sure Lila was still working. When she was certain the Mother Superior was gone for good, Lila threw herself across the freshly made bed to roll over onto her back and watch the ceiling fan. The days had been bleeding into one another lately, Lila felt the weight of the monotony.

Lila had settled in the church because it was easy, but she’d grown complacent. Never really wanted anything except tomorrow but now it was the very thing she dreaded. Lately she’d felt like she was outside her own body, watching herself as she went through the motions. She’d save enough to leave, but - where would she go? After a few moments she got up with a huff, deciding she’d skip the grunt work and take Constance’s wrath later. Affixing her habit, Lila gave herself a quick check in the mirror before heading upstairs and joining the festival.

They hosted a festival for the families of the congregation during the day with face painting, hay rides, games. It wasn't that large of a production but the kids loved it, and the parents appreciated having somewhere to let their kids run wild that didn't cost nothin'. No, tonight would be when the church really made it's money - when the fest closed and the basement door was open.

Constance had been helping Father Friday with Halloween since he’d first taken over the church. Each year the after-hour celebrations became grander and more explicit, she wondered if this was how it felt to be in the cities of Sodom and Gamorrah. To live a life of such hedonism and feel the wrath of god ready to descend on you at any moment.

Her parents still worked shifts behind the counter of their general store, the bell above the door giving a hollow ring as she entered. Her mom was stocking cigarettes when Constance walked in, looking over for only a moment then quickly away. It had been the same ever since they left the church, certain Father Friday was Lucifer himself. Constance had grown used to her parent’s feigned ambivalence. That was the beauty of faith, when you let it lead you it didn’t matter what others thought about you.

“Good afternoon to ya, momma.” Constance greeted, tipping her head graciously - because her parents might not be talking to her but they damn sure raised her well enough to respect her elders. She gave a little smile as she walked past towards the back of the store where hardware was kept, returning a moment later with her arms filled with bundles of rope. “Just these, please.”

Her mom rang up the rope wordlessly, making sure to avoid eye contact.

“I took all that was left back there, so you might need to reorder more.” Constance added, not because she expected her mom to acknowledge it but because she knew it was something her mom would want to know. It used to be part of her after-school job to help her parents do inventory to see what they needed to order, but now they had some grandkid of one of their friends doing that.

“That’ll be $46.23.” Her mother said flatly, with all the warmth you reserved for a stranger. Constance pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill from her bag, sliding it across the counter to her mother. “Keep the change, have a blessed day momma.”

It was the only way Constance could give her parent’s money. She knew they were struggling. Folks were depending on the local mom and pop shop less and less these days, evident by the expired tinned brown gravy on the shelves. Constance was gone before her mom could say anything, that bell ringing behind her.

Cradling her paper bag, she decided to take the scenic route back to the church to invite some of the families that were out trick or treating back to the church for the festival - giving those she was certain to see in the basement after a wink as she walked by.

“Brother, Sisters.” She’d say, because whether or not they were members of the congregation they were all brothers and sisters of the Lord and Saviour.

“Brother Gem,” Constance called out from the end of the driveway. “Hope we’ll be seeing you in church tonight.”

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Not ‘Welcome To’ not ‘Now Entering’, Just Edenholle.

The sign is warped and dented in that way a small towns always is, where there either isn’t enough people or enough money to care that it should be replaced. The gas tank is edging towards empty and the miles are creeping towards 2500 and she can’t remember the last time she ate.

She drums her fingers against the wheel of a powder blue ‘69 Plymouth that doesn’t have keys in the ignition but the bottom hatch is missing and the cords are stripped and tied back together to keep the damn thing running.

The speed limit is below 30 so she lets herself into Edenholle at a crawl. The sun is heading down but the heat coming in from the open window is dry. There are people out and about, children in costumes, and it’s only then that she realizes it must be Halloween.

Her stomach more than her foot on the gas pedal steers her passed Town Hall and in the direction of a glowing little diner named Biscuits. The parking lot has a few stragglers in it, it’s past dinner time but not late enough to call out the drunks. The 24/7 sign out front says this joint is the best in town, and she kills the engine before getting out. She doesn’t bother trying to lock it, there’s nothing worth stealing that hadn’t already been stolen.

There’s an honest to god bell on a rope above the door that rings when it’s bumped and no one bothers to look her way when the door falls heavily behind her. She walks carefully to the bar and settles in a space that leaves an empty seat between her and an older man that’s reading the paper. He glances at her for a moment and says, “New in town?”

He already knows the answer. “Just passing through.”

He nods, in a way that says a lot of people just pass through, and when the waitress moves their way he asks her in a grandfatherly way, “Can we get a cup of coffee for the visiter?”

“Miles,” she offers.

“Miles,” he says.

It’s easy.

She thinks maybe she can be Just Miles, in Just Edenholle.

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ImageThe light coming in through the open window bathes two bodies in a golden shadow that is muted enough to tell Friday he’s late. Halloween brings with it the need for the church to be open all day - from morning services for the uptight bible thumpers, to midday festivities for the younger children who have early bedtimes, to right around now when the majority of the town will be looking for a less pagan way to celebrate. And then, of course, past midnight when folks will embrace the amenity of costumes as if that will keep Satan from knowing they belong to him. He’s not late for that, yet, of course, but Father Friday has an image to maintain.

Still, in the comfort of his own bed, with tanned legs draped on either side of his thighs, colorful tattoos etched in the outline of sunlight that catches just right, Friday finds it hard to move. Finds it hard to convince himself that spending the evening preaching about someone elses god is more pressing than being his God. Thinks maybe instead he should pull his silver cross necklace off of Jack’s tongue and replace it with something heavier and needier.

Jack could have stayed this way for the rest of eternity, serving his God, festivals be damned. He needed this, ached for this, and though he knew that there would always be time for more worship there was still a distinct thread of annoyance at the thought of letting go. He knew though that Friday had things to do. Preparations for the coming onslaught of the flock. He himself had fulfillments to meet for tonight's extracurricular festivities. Excitement made him feel as if he were strung tight, ready to burst at any moment.

Though, what was a few more minutes?

A smile pulled at the sides of Friday’s mouth, one meant only for his most devotional of parishioners. He tugged at the chain and Jack came, easy like water, pliant and eager for anything his God may have asked from him. Friday would never admit it, but this was his favorite version of Jack, lost in the heaven they created between the two of them behind closed doors. Oh sure, they got up to plenty doors be damned, but this was different. This was reverence.

“Don’t you have to get ready for work?” he whispered in Jack’s ear, as if he didn’t already know the answer, as if Jack didn’t work for him. As if Jack’s whole world didn’t revolve around him.

"Fuck," Jack couldn't help the whispered groan from slipping out. He tightened his mouth around the metal cross, the sharp edges biting into the soft flesh of his mouth. He leaned into Friday, writhing against him, shivering from each point of contact.

"I'd rather stay here, with you," Jack mumbled around the cross, face pressed to the crook of Fridays neck, mouthing at the skin there. Tasting Friday, his sweat. He was overwhelmed by him, his everything. Did they really have to get out of bed? It already felt like tonight would last forever. A fun forever perhaps, but still forever.

It was no secret that Friday would rather stay too. That, if given the option, he would leave the church in Costance’s hands and lock himself away to die in his own temple. Years later their bones would be found by archaeologists who would name them the new Lovers of Modena.

Jack’s mouth on him was a temptation he could give into, it was well practiced in the places that could bring Friday down to a level closer to Man than Holy Spirit. He slides a hand up Jack’s back, slow, then tangles his fingers into thick dark curls and pulls. It’s a miracle, really, that he manages to touch Jack like that and not fuck him again, even as his tongue draws a path across the brown skin of Jack’s arched neck. When their mouths meet, it’s in a heated, dirty, open mouthed kiss, with tongues that work around the edges of a cross before Friday pulls back, stealing the silver with his teeth and letting it drop against his chest.

“I’ll wear you out,” he says, and takes Jack’s left hand in his to pull the ring from his finger. It, and his matching one, drop on a bible sitting on their bedside table. He can’t be a Soto, tonight. The church demands a Knapp.

“Never,” Jack replies with a soft grin, but he reluctantly relents, they would have plenty of time after tonight anyways - they would always have time. Jack leaned in for a last kiss, nipping at Friday’s lower lip before finally pulling away. There was work to be done after all, and Jack had no intentions of disappointing anyone tonight. He rolled to one side of the bed, stretching out as he went. Relaxing only for a moment into a sprawl before he gathered himself enough to get up.

“I’ve got big plans for tonight,” Jack commented offhandedly as he went, lightly teasing ”It’ll be quite the view.” Halloween would always be his favorite holiday, if only because he could wear the least amount of clothes in public. Nobody blinked an eye when Jack went out half undressed, costume often so skimpy that it left him at the mercy of a potential flashing incident.

Friday grinned, sharp. Plenty of people would pass through Jack’s arms that night, and by the time he was Friday’s again, there would likely be nothing left of his costume. That was fine though, work was work, and Friday had no doubt in his mind just who Jack had given his soul to. Who he shared his body with was of little worth, in comparison. They got ready separately; Jack showering although Friday didn’t bother. If the smell of sex lingered, the only members of his flock that would dare bring it up smelled the same.

He gathered up the last few things he would need for the evening, double checked to make sure his collar was straight, and circled by Jack once more just to say he was leaving. He leaned close to his husband, pressing their foreheads together in their typical separation before saying, “See you later, Jack Rabbit.”

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At the edge of town two new faces swaggered into Happy Flats Pick N Pump. They browsed the aisles of junk food and nearly empty freezer cases as they waited for what seemed a reasonable amount of time for their truck tank to be full then made their way to the front. The one leading the way wore aviator glasses with pitch black lenses; as he reached Miss Ruthie at the register he took them off.

"Good evening señorita." He greeted, tucking his glasses into the collar of his shirt

The candor of his voice was not so suave as to be mistaken as flirtatious. His tone softly polite and somewhat kurt at the sametime. She wouldn't have minded however had he been flirting: behind his sunglasses were sharp brown eyes that had long lashes set above high cheek bones, pretty features that seemed unfair for God to have put on a man. On top of that he was clean shaven and well dressed, with a fitted black button down, dark jeans and black dress shoes without a speck on them despite everwhere there being dirt and dust. He definitely didn't seem like he was from humble little Edenholle.

He reached into his back pocket and got his wallet out, fishing out a fifty.

"For the gas." He told her, snapping the clerk out of her daydream. The man's poor companion who was big and tall but still might as well have been invisible next to him threw a Hershey's bar on the counter too silently. "And the candy."

She cleared her throat and went on to ask her usual, rote question despite thinking she already knew the answer: if they were from around here.


Her vague expression changed to more interested. It had been a while since anyone had answered her question in the affirmative, let alone that they were new. From there she almost didn't know what to say.

"Well... welcome to the neighborhood, hun." She intoned as casually as she could pull off handing him back his change. She gave him a once over with her eyes. "What's your name?"

"Rafael." He answered distractedly as he stuck his change back in his wallet. Then he finally noticed how she was looking at him as he looked back up again and a tiny grin tugged at the edge of his mouth.

"I'm José." Rafael's companion interjected still to no acknowledgment that he was even there.

Miss Ruthie smiled though not too big so she wouldn't split her busted lip. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ruth... Or Miss Ruthie."

"Pleasure to meet you." Rafael replied pleasantly with a nod. "Have a good evening."

José swiped his candy bar off the counter with a grumble and they left; Miss Ruthie watching them all the way to the door undoubtedly taking notes for gossip later.

They both paused outside once they exited the little store and surveyed the bland endless horizon. The sun was beginning its descent and the air that blew in on the breeze was cooling. It was that time of year in the desert when all the flowers, grass, and vines went to sleep and left the landscape a monotonous sepia tone. But where others saw a wasteland, Rafael saw opportunity and looked upon his surroundings as if he had found no less than the Garden of Eden in Edenholle.

The contemplative silence was unceremoniously broken by the noisy unwrapping of a full sized candy bar behind him.

"What a shithole." José said in a sticky voice through a mouthful of chocolate, "you sure about this place patrón?"

Rafael closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, recentering himself.

"There's a lot of money in this town, Gallo." He stated simply and even his henchman looked at him sideways like he had lost his marbles. Rafael did not elaborate on this statement. He rarely did explain himself, only ordered. "Ven, primo."

They got into their vehicle, a green Ford F150 truck with wooden beams and other construction materials in the bed. The truck was not too new or ostentatious to stand out in any fashion from its lackluster surroundings but they stood out anyway for the simple fact that they were new.

The refreshing breeze invited them to ride with the windows down, playing absurdly loud banda music as they drove the main drag to their next stop.

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ImageDelilah lost interest in the festival quickly, screaming children had always been the most effective birth control to her. That and the literal implant that acted as a spermicide in her uterus. It wasn’t that she hated children, they just stressed her the fuck out. They broke things and smeared a sticky medley of candy residue and grime over everything they touched. The fathers who had been dragged along had all washed up together at the edge of the crowd, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes, talking shit. Delilah recognized their faces, there weren't many she didn’t recognize around here. They watched her as she approached, eyes hungry. The doe and the hyenas.

“Afternoon there, Sister Lila.” One of them said with a tip of his hat, some of the others chuckling under their breath. They’d each seen her in all sorts of positions, she could see them already contorting her body in their mind to their desire. She walked over to the cooler wordlessly, grabbing a beer and daring one of them to protest. The one who called out to her offered her the rest of his cigarette to which she obliged.

“Festival not your kind of fun?” The man asked as he lit another cigarette, giving Lila a wink. Lila took a deep drink from the beer followed by a long drag, her stare slicing right through him.

“Chris, you don’t tip well enough for me to entertain you if I don’t have to. Can we stop pretending like you’re funny and just enjoy a fucking beer?” Lila looked away from him when she spoke, ashing her cigarette to add emphasis to her words. The others bursted into laughter, one of them clapping his hand on Chris’s back with a dull thwack. Chris’s expression only soured for a moment, quickly passing when he threw back the remainder of his beer and reached for a new one.

“Anyone going into town soon?” Lila asked after a moment, providing no more context than that. Her voice was soft but demanding, winds that could move mountains. It had always been her most marketable feature, especially to those who enjoyed a bit of degradation to reach euphoria. “Don’t all jump at once, come on.”

She didn’t wait to see who was following, throwing back the last of her beer and dropping the empty tin can on the ground. She’d probably end up being the one doing the clean up afterwards anyways. The grass crunched beneath their feet as they walked back towards the lot, most of the vegetation dead and decaying. It always kind of seemed that way around here.

“Do I get anything for my charity to the church?”

“Chris, the fact that I let you be within five feet of me without payment is charity.” Lila put her cigarette out, hopping into the cabin of his truck. He threw a pack of marlboro red in the cup holder as he got behind the wheel. Lila grabbed the pack and lit another, one of her legs bent to lean against the door slipping the hem of her dress past her silken thighs. Knew just how much to give to keep them bending over backwards to please her.

“Where ya headed to?” He asked as he shifted from park, doing his best to keep his eyes behind as he reversed and not on her thighs.

“Just drop me at Biscuits,” She rolled down her window, hanging out her hand so that the smoke didn’t linger. All too aware of his gaze, Lila shifted to elongate her features. Knew the more men desired her the more money she made. It was all business to her. Lila never cared for men. They were usually too frail, too simple for her taste. Not to say some of them weren’t pretty. Father Friday and his hubby were proof enough of that. Most of them were just terribly disappointing, so Lila just held no standards for them anymore. Can’t be disappointed if you have no expectations.

Chris knew better than to push his limits. Knew if he paid the piper he’d have his turn to do whatever he wanted and more to her. Maybe that’s why he seemed to enjoy her cruelty, made it more satisfying when he could buy her time. She didn’t even say bye when he dropped her off, just tucked a cigarette behind her ear beneath her habit and hopped out - not so much as a thank you before walking away.

There were a few places that weren’t such a hike back to the church where Lila could have gone, but she didn’t want to risk crossing Mother Constance’s path. Lila was a veteran among the other workers, but it only made Constance tougher on her. Lila had never been the type to bend to discipline so there’d been some animosity that had grown over the years. Besides, they had a mean cherry pie.

There’s only one seat left at the corner, Lila recognizes Old Man Lou sitting in one. Lila smiles as she takes a seat beside him. Lou was one of the only men in Edenholle that weren’t a complete shitshow, though he was more of a relic to simpler times than anything else. He looks back to his paper after giving her a nod of acknowledgement, murmuring a “Sister Lila”.

She looks around for Waylon, figuring she’s have a cherry pie and coffee incoming any minute because Lila would never leave Biscuits without either. The place was one of the few places that drew new faces, a rare place of respite in this wasteland. She would be remiss if she didn’t take a moment to seek potential new clientele, even if Lila sought respite from the ongoing facade she perpetuated to facilitate her income. It grew more and more difficult to turn off. There wasn’t much else to hold onto anymore.

When she noticed the woman beside her, it took Lila a moment to reason why she hadn’t seen her sooner. While Edenholle had a strange pool of genetics that had led to an extraordinarily rare collection of gorgeous faces, this woman was something else. The soft edges around her eyes were familiar, the barriers blurred but Lila could recognize the walls around them. Plenty of new people passed through here, few looked like her, fewer stuck around.

There was already an empty mug at her place setting, Lila grabbing Lou’s canter of coffee and pouring herself a mug before he could protest - not that he would. In a way they all felt like family, this little town. Lila was the bothersome little sister that took what she wanted and apologized with a wink. Looks over at the blonde beside her as she mixes in a sugar and two creams into her coffee, her spoon clinking against the porcelain.

“Blessed day,” Lila says to the woman after a moment, giving her a warm smile; feels a sharp warmth when the woman looks up at her, realizes how blue her eyes are. The religious garb always gave Lila confidence when talking to strangers. People just were more likely to feel a sense of obligation to the cloth. “Are you in town for the festival at the Church?”

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“you can all go to hell,” is a goodbye charm off of pout chapped lips, an exit wound of sorts. miss ruthie knows this one real well. always been a fan of the dreamers, the young ones - the runaways. the type to build a tall tale out of just a year in her old town, then without realizing, become the very fiber of what keeps the place knitted together. those beautiful and foolish little things… seen for their desires and consequently, those desires’ end.

she’s spun it back in her head a dozen times with a laugh, tapping a smoke loose from the box when she’s alone and a clock out is far from reach. but she’s not quite by herself. it’s early, and her usuals need their coffee for a long day of fence-post-pickin’ and pancake flippin’.

Image“i’m goin’ to texas.” ruthie parrots, tossing a complimentary pack of big red in a plastic shopping bag for the mud river blonde across from her register. her customer gives a knowing, happy nod. “hey, waylon, darlin’?

“yeah miss ruthie?”
“you let me know when you got your ticket and your bag packed, i reckon i’d like to see a town other than edenholle one day, too.” she says with a slightly nervous smack of her lips.
“i’m sure you’ll beat me to it.” waylon’s got a dizzy grin on.
“then i’ll be askin’ you to put me in your luggage.”
“home is where the heart is.” ruthie eyes glisten with a hint of longing, and she don’t blink at the bittersweetness.

one day, maybe a long time ago, she was on the other side of the counter. plotting a great escape with someone old enough to be her grandparent, meaning every word. piled high in sun bleached curls, pockets lined with old breakfast order tabs and a couple of crumpled bucks. “yeah, just gotta’ figure out where my heart is, i guess.” waylon shrugs. ruthie doesn’t tell her that it’s gonna’ be buried somewhere in the arizona desert, just like her.

waylon’s gone without another goodbye, just a wave and a smile in the wind. she’s almost late and tripping over herself by the time biscuits swallows her whole once again.

first on her mind is old harry’s muddy pot of coffee, then the jar of blueberry preserves they only used on his flapjacks, then of course the cherry - that’d be for the pie made on account of lila’s presence, fresh each time. waylon ties herself into the grind with an apron’s bow and phone wire tangled up her arm. the receiver, tucked between her cheek and shoulder, slides threateningly as she grapples for a pencil and paper. but she never drops a thing. never has.

butter baked crust still steams on a plate, promised to that snow white lookin’ woman in the corner. waylon makes it a point to apology for any delay, hair out of dress code, spilling over her ear and into her eyes.

“got any plans for halloween, ladies?”


the clock tick cadence of hips on this stretch of town is never anything new. but never any less interesting to watch. pitted between the eyes of a man and his brain are all cravings and trespasses that don’t make it to the mouth or hands. gemini peers down at his, then, deep-lined with old engine dirt and fissures. his cigarette gets a dry pull tucked between his teeth. a damp rag smacks the thigh of some old denim, hardly a sign of surrender, but he might be gettin’ close. there’s children screaming and laughing every which way — sending shakers and movers scattering like roaches for a less-lit street. respect for the innocent, here exists - at least for a grace period. a man ought to try to mind mouth and his inhibitions, or lack thereof.

he lifts his gaze to the cat making her ninth-life strut good and worth it, right in his direction, keen to multiply her luck like a gambler with nothing to lose. he always liked a woman who carried herself in such a way; could roll some dice and not give a rat’s ass when it shook out to her doom. she’s talkin’ dates and running knock off leather over her manicure in a slow draw. the gun might as well be smoking already and she don’t even know it or care. that’s everleigh.

“huh.” the grunt from his throat kicks ash into the air. a thumb nail brays over his stubble when he takes another drag of cancer, “didn’t know trick or treatin’ and toys for tots was your bag, ev, let alone your idea of a date night.” it translates: yeah, you’re putting on a real good one.

they exchange shit eating grins, old friends. two folks who don’t know whether they fall on antagonist or protagonist but make do just fine in the middle. there’s some gritty repute in it where they meet, have met, and will meet again. she’d run with the wolves for a while. and that was a-okay with a man like gem. a man who knew this one? right here?

she could handle her own.

he saves the compliments for the chapel matron who appears in everleigh’s shadow, something that feels close to an omen when it should be the contrary. his throat cracks downward and he hesitates on a reply. her hands fold politely in the front of her. never skirting the length of her arms or neck in a vibration of language that boasted in the sun. maybe, constance only did that in the dark. or not at all.

“you wanna’ see me there, connie?” he gives her a shifty wink, diverting his attention to an old pasture colored ford splitting the tide of halloween a little too fast to be local. the old handkerchief is relinquished in a slap over his shoulder, “be an honor to be in the presence of such well dressed faith, but ball’s in your court.” giving her a hard time wouldn’t be half as much fun if she wasn’t such good friends with the bible. some day, he’d like to know a little more about her, than just that. where her mind rested when it was off duty.

his half-proposition is severed by a mazlatan mess of noise and he can’t help but chuff ’n get back to work. “what a strange fuckin’ town.”

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There ain’t nothing like a small town chicken fried steak. It’s been a long time since Miles has had one that hadn’t come outta a freezer, and it’s so damn good she almost doesn’t notice the seat next to her getting spun around. Least till the girl talks, and she raises her eyes.

“Blessed day,” she says, and Miles coulda smelled the childhood trauma on her even if she'd been a mile away. The words a weird, but once she manages to take in what the girl is wearing, they make more sense - she can't say she's surprised to find a religious chick in a place small as this, but something about it doesn't quite fit.

It's hard to stop looking though, because this girl - this girl looks like an honest to God doll. The kind of jawline that could only be made out of porcelain, a button nose and plump lips and eyes that someone, somewhere, is probably writing poetry about. If she's from here, it's some kinda twisted fate. If she's not ... well.

“Passing through,” Miles answers, though she has a feeling that just like the older man, this girl knows that too. She could tell by the sign that Endenholle wasn't the kind of place people stuck around if there blood wasn't in it. They get interrupted before she can say much else, by the smell of fresh cherry pie and a waitress who looks frazzled but friendly. Country, born and raised. All spilling southern apologies.

Miles tilts her head towards the pretty thing sitting next to her. “This one was just telling me about the Church. Anything interestin’?”

Her tone says she's not religious - or maybe she was, once, but God done did her dirty and she doesn't have a taste for the bible any more. But her expression says she doesn't have anywhere better to be, either. She could hit the road again, sure, but it was Halloween after all.

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“You and my brother” Beau started as he shifted into gear and lurched the green beast forward, not speeding but toeing the line, “Playin’ fuckin’ house when we have shit to do”

The small neighborhood street slipped behind them, quickly broadening to wide-open desert and heatwaves. Beau shifted again, revving the engine unnecessarily as he peeled around the corner and onto a local throughway.

Knox gave a sharp sound of laughter under his breath as he lit his cigarette, rolling down his window so the smoke carried out behind them. “Well maybe if you played house with Ev now and then, your brother wouldn’t have to.”

Beau cast a look over at his copilot, “Ev’ll lose interest in me the second I settle down. She’s not into tamed” He let that word be directed over at Knox with a toothy grin, then narrowed his attention on passing a slow-ass Toyota with California license plates taking over the left lane. The green beast roared past the roadtrippers with Beau flashing them a middle finger out the open window.

He’d turned the radio on, though not loud enough to be heard over the roar of air through the open windows. The beast had AC, but it was turbulent enough that Beau let the Arizona nights be cooled by the rush of wind on a fast road. They were right outside Edenholle city limits, Beau preferring to use the freeway to speed across the small town then the grinding of breaks through stop signs and out-of-commission traffic lights. He generally had two speeds- a slow crawl, easy for cursing out someone out a window or 20 miles over the speed limit.

“Bash wants us to check out a new property buyer in town, play nice and see why the fuck he’s moving into our shithole” Beau explained, “Some dick we’ve probably traded with before but he told me not to try and remember”

Knox shrugged, if there wasn’t a need to remember he wasn’t going to strain himself trying. One thing Knox always knew was his place, and he was never the one calling the shots. As much shit as he talked, he’d never want to be the one either. He preferred the reckless abandonment that accompanied being on the road with Beau.

“Who wouldn’t want to live in such a paradise?” Knox joked, his words muffled by the cigarette hanging from his lips as he gestured out the window. The world outside the green machine was just a blur of browns, it didn’t matter the speed Beau went it was all shit.

“Apparently some dude named El Jardinero, Bash had to get off the phone before he gave me the full rundown. He’s worried cause this fuckers Big Time and there’s no real reason he should want to be our neighbor. Rodney from the real estate office gave us the motel he’s staying at, so I figured we’d swing by with a bottle of jack and see if he deserves our attention” Beau drummed his fingers on the steering wheel with impatience, slightly irritated to be on this recon mission but also worried that this actually might be well worth his time. They’d been living in relative peace for a while now- Bash was good at keeping things steady, avoiding chaos, and pulling in just the right amount of cash to run under any larger gang radars. If ‘El Jardinero’ was really worth his shit, it might mean even pulling his brother out of his picket fence retirement plan.

El Jardinero. The name rang with a note of familiarity to Knox. He never paid much attention to the players on the board. Some names you just heard in passing. They made so many deals, it was just a matter of town if someone’s product would pass through their town. It was the peace Los Lobos maintained that made it possible for such a small town to be such a large player. The law was what they made it.

“That means the gardener, right?” Knox broke the brief silence, still yet to have acknowledged a single responsibility or even that they were going to work right now. “Maybe that means he can make this shithole look a little shit.”

Beau barked out a laugh, “You think this guys just comin’ in to plant some ficuses and make things pretty?”.’ If Bash was sending them on some meet and greet bullshit, it better have more importance than a local gardener that wanted to plant some stupid LA palms. Beau had a rough idea of the guy, some man with a big name, a big backing, and a reputation for brutality. He was polite at least, which is why they were coming at him with booze instead of bullets. “I’m thinking’ we play nice and stay low, be the guy someone wants to take a shot with instead of throw their fist into for once, alright?” Beau cast another telling glance at his copilot. There weren't many people in town that didn’t want their fists in Knox, for one reason or another, “Bash needs to know we can deal with this corporate crap every once and awhile. I can promise you some thug shit tomorrow night”

“The fight always finds us, don’t gotta to go lookin’ for it.” Knox said with a shrug, his hand twitching at the thought. He wasn’t really one for words, between the two of them Beau was definitely the charisma. “Besides, won’t ever find me dodging a reason to drink on the job.”

“Like we don’t drink on the job everyday” Beau quipped back as he turned off the interstate, the sky leaning more towards nighttime than day. It was that moment before true sundown, where you could no longer see the sun and the tendrils of her rays casting the desert in a somber glow. The beast shifted down and roared down the quiet street towards the neon glow of a motel up ahead.

Beau parked next to a large green F150, the roadrunner dwarfed in comparison to its hulk. “If that’s his fuckin’ truck we’re gonna have more issues than just real estate” He grumbled as he leaned back for the bagged bottle of whiskey and his gun.

“Well would you look at that.” Knox ran his eyes along the monstrosity, whistling low. “Definitely not trying to be conspicuous….”

While there was a note of envy in Knox’s words, there was a truth beneath them. Too much flash garnered too much attention. They’d maintained their balance by keeping their town humble. Sure he had wanted to buy some pretty baby on four wheels all cash upfront, but he had the whip for Mariah and rode around with Beau. Some dirtbag without a taxable income shouldn’t be able to afford much more than that. If this guy rode around like this, what the hell kind of shop did he want to pop up.

“Can’t say I wouldn’t mind some extra cabin space,” Knox grumbled, looking back to the roadrunner which seemed to have shrunk within its own shadow. She might be home most nights for them but Knox would be lying if he hadn’t considered getting an upgrade.

“You say one more dirty word against her and I’ll make you walk home” Beau jangled the keys at Knox, “Let’s make this short and sweet, get out of here with enough time to catch a show at the den“. Beau turned, stood before the motel door, and glanced back at the truly monstrous and overly pricey truck with the wariness of a closed-in animal.

Knox and Beau locked eyes just before knocking, a silent moment to recognize each other's anxieties laid bare. He wasn’t usually this apprehensive, but something about seeing that truck had rattled him. Maybe he’d been expecting a dirtbag with a Camaro, someone they’d toy with a move on, some shitty asshole that didn’t understand the ferocity in which the Lobos protected their town. But that truck was clean and new- dirt dusted the sides, but he could tell whenever owned it took care of it. You could tell a lot about someone from their car- Beau instantly knew this wasn’t just another kingpin looking for a storehouse they could chase off.

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Edenholle, Arizona by SHOVELHEAD

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Character Portrait: Waylon Maverick
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Delilah Cambell

A desert flower.

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Constance Graves

Confess and your penance will lead you to righteousness.

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Roux Bates

Sweet and soft, like sunrise on a blistering day.

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Knox Porter

sheriffs boy with a penchant for brutality

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thea meaux

'and if you need a little sunshine, you an borrow mine.'


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thea meaux

'and if you need a little sunshine, you an borrow mine.'

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Delilah Cambell

A desert flower.

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Knox Porter

sheriffs boy with a penchant for brutality

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Friday Knapp

Quintessential Sinner

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Everleigh Sage

All lips and hips.

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Constance Graves

Confess and your penance will lead you to righteousness.

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Constance Graves

Confess and your penance will lead you to righteousness.

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Waylon Maverick

Wide open as a case knife.

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Gemini Yazzie


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Edenholle, Arizona by SHOVELHEAD

Welcome to Edenholle (pronounced eden-hel), a town dryer than Don McLean's levee, fully furnished with cacti, carcasses and hardly runnin' Harley Davidson's.

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