The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 3

III. Still 25 years ago

At the time, Oz was employed by a very wealthy woman that happened to enjoy the anonymity her gender provided her. She played the socialite playgirl well. Despite her public persona she was very much involved in politics and power. Namely, it was her money that was used to buy the election of a small country that year. No one could link her to it though, her pockets ran deep enough to erase any trails that would lead back to her. Besides, who would have thought she would be involved in something so serious?

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The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 2

II. 25 years ago…

Just north of the Canada border, Henry Buttlefeld sat in the small office he used for his laboratory.  He knew he needed to hurry but his scientist side recognized these things couldn’t be rushed.  After so many failed experiments and tests he believed with all his heart he had perfected his pill.  His creation he called the Samson Pill was ready for its final test subject: him.  He trusted in his calculations and theories.  This would work.  This would fix his flaws.  Comparatively, it was a rather big pill.  But considering all it was about to do it wasn’t that big.  He could swallow it once.  That’s all it would take.  Finally, he would become the man his dad could be proud of. Continue reading

The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 1

I. 50 years ago…

We are all connected.  In some way, in some manner, your very actions may affect me and mine may affect you.  Even though we will never meet who is to say that my choice to cross the street and take a walk won’t in some way make a mark on your normal, daily routine?  For example, who would have guessed that a decision made by a young high school teenager 50 years ago would determine a young man’s destiny today?  No one would have guessed it but it did happen.  This is the story of Henry and Cooper and how their lives became intertwined even though they never met and had no familial connection. Continue reading

A Ghost of a Story Part V

V. K.J. Malone, 1924

Longtime resident dies after relating a ghost of a tale

It is with great sadness we announce the passing of longtime resident Ed Thomas.  A former resident of Wyoming, Mr. Thomas lived in the northern Salt Lake valley for twenty-four years.  I happened to interview Mr. Thomas shortly before his passing and he related a remarkable tale of the circumstances that brought him here.  It is a fantastical tale not for the faint of heart for Mr. Thomas claimed to yours truly the means he was able to purchase his magnificent home with acres filled with every kind of fruit tree was none other than a ghost.  That’s right, dear reader, Mr. Thomas insisted he owed his small fortune to other worldly means. Continue reading

A Ghost of a Story Part III

III. Quong Fat, 1885

Quong Fat was born in China poor.  He was determined to die in China rich.  In order to meet that goal he traveled to America to earn his fortune.  So far, by extreme discipline and frugal living he was close to achieving his goal.  Actually, by some other person’s standards, he had achieved his goal. And others would even say he exceeded his goal. Continue reading

A Ghost of a Story Part II

II. Dave Lewis, 1899

Dave Lewis was not a particularly agreeable man.  Most of the miners didn’t like him but that suited him just fine.  He didn’t like them so he didn’t lose any sleep.  If his parents hadn’t up and died when he was seven he wouldn’t be stuck working in the mines anyway.  His one personality talent his father bestowed on him was the ability to grovel and suck up when needed to and he had rose in rank to pit boss.  From his momma he was blessed him with a good sense of reality.  This was as far as he expected to climb the ladder.  He was keenly aware of his limits.  That didn’t keep him from daydreaming about making it rich and settling somewhere on a ranch where he could grow fruit trees.  Lots of fruit trees.  Far away from the dry, dusty high mountain desert he was presently stuck in. Continue reading

A Ghost of a Story Part I

I. Kit Malone, 1924

Kathryn Jane Malone, although the only time she better hear her full name is if she was in trouble, otherwise, you better call her Kit, wiped the sweat off her brow.  Of course her boss Mickey sent her on a fool’s errand for this story.  That’s what she felt like, a fool.  It wasn’t easy for a woman to break into the newspaper business but Kit was a determined sort.  All she needed was a break.  Even a bad one.  That’s why she jumped at the chance to chase down an old miner for the sake of a possible byline.  Imagine, her name in the paper.  Or the gender neutral K.J. Malone to fool the readers into thinking they were reading a story by a male reporter.  But she would know the truth.  If Mickey honored his word, this byline would be hers.  First though, she needed to get the story. Mickey sent her to get a ghost story of all things.  What a ridiculous thing to report.  No wonder Mickey relegated it to a woman.  None of his precious male reporters wanted touch it. She knew full well she was his scape-goat but she was determined to turn this lemon into lemonade. Continue reading

The Silver Hair Robin Hoods

IV.                   The Wrap Up

I followed Deputy Marks back down the hall unsure of what the next step was going to be.  The thought of my grandma spending any time in jail sickened me.  I never claimed to know everything about my grandma but this whole revelation was way too much to absorb in one night or early morning. I felt like I didn’t know her at all.  Apparently, my drifter cousin Petey knew her better than me.  I just couldn’t process all this information. Continue reading

The Silver Hair Robin Hoods

III.                   The Rise of the Silver Hair Robin Hoods

“I never did ‘misplace’ anything again while your grandpa was alive.  After he died however…” she clicked her teeth, “well, that was a different story.

“After your grandpa died I was so angry with God. Angry that He had taken my daughter and her husband at such a young age and left you without parents.  Then He actually took away my husband.  My little rebellion was the only peace I could get.  It was as if I was saying, ‘you may have taken away my loves but I can take things, too.’ And I did. Continue reading