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All Righty. Yall know that until a book has a number of reviews on Amazon, it’s almost impossible to give it away. SO… I’m giving it away. For a limited time, email me at claylindemuth at gmail dot com for […]
So what does God say about money? Is debt evil? If we tithe a lot, will God make us rich? Does God want us in fifteen year mortgages? I’ve released a new book that is not directly intended for […]
YWriter Review: free Book Writing Software I downloaded yWriter about a year ago because it was free and I was looking for a better way to handle a novel-sized document than Microsoft Word. My experience after switching from Word 2007 […]
This is a bedtime story I wrote after Julie and I lost our second pit bull, Wallace. His sister Layla died two years before him, and having them both die so quickly was terrible. For those of you who have […]
And Sometimes Bone: entire novel up on my site I’ve posted the entire novel AND SOMETIMES BONE, the prequel to NOTHING SAVE THE BONES INSIDE HER, on my website. To find the novel, simply hover over title on the menu […]
And Sometimes Bone Chapter One I brace against the ground with my left hand and drag my right arm across my mouth. Spit bile from the back of my throat to the pool of vomit below my face. My […]
Running on Empty, By Marshall Ulrich: Book Review Running on Empty tells the story of Marshall Ulrich running across the United States, with a preamble about how he started running after his first wife’s death, and a rapid bucket list accomplishments, such as […]
Why an Ultra? The idea of running an ultra marathon, particularly a hundred miler, settled in my mind last fall. I was looking for something to watch on Netflix and everything seemed like a twenty year old B movie. I […]
My Brother’s Destroyer just broke the top 100 on Amazon, in a fairly broad category, Thriller/Crime. Get your 99 cent copy here, before the timed promotion runs out!
Every state's got a gang of men with guns and tattered U.S. Constitutions stowed next to their dog-eared John Birch pamphlets. Bitching about government makes men happy, and in recent times, country folk have been fucking euphoric. Rumor was the boys in my neck of the woods were getting rowdy and ready to switch gears from talking to walking. I don't mind ten men at a hunting camp chucking bottles and blasting away. Any fella dumb enough to get drunk around a crew with guns half deserves a bullet. But I got a tip. One of the wives overheard talk of linking the local group with some radical faction out of Denver and marching with guns to Washington to take the country back from the jigs and the Jews. A sheriff can't truck with that, but in a county of twenty thousand, everybody knows everybody, almost. At least the men who would be of age and frame of mind to join such a group knew everyone else who might be. I didn't have anyone to put inside.
From the back cover…
Set in small town Wyoming in the 70s and unfolding in a single day, Clayton Lindemuth's debut novel,Cold Quiet Country, explores small-town corruption and the lengths some people will go to exact revenge.
With a deft hand and sinister eye, Clayton Lindemuth reminds us that the green, idyllic landscape of Middle America can suddenly become an ominous backdrop for violence and treachery.
Suspenseful, intelligent, and bold, COLD QUIET COUNTRY brings a new edge to the world of modern noir and readers will no longer be able to look upon rolling hills, pastoral fields, and picturesque barns without a sense of foreboding.
I look at Liz. At some point she's going to decide what she wants to do. She's in the house where it all happened, the refuge that was the site of her terror, at the hands of the man whose politics maybe included her in the town's ostracism. She's a cagey creature, this girl who doesn't know how to be a girl. She glances at me and suddenly I'm in Burt Haudesert's kitchen, at the table. Jordan's at my elbow and Gwen is opposite, and she's got that same stare as Liz does now. She's looking straight at the center of the table. Her jaw is set but her brow is soft. There's concentration in her eyes, but no anger or consternation. Her heart's probably beating like a rabbit flushed from the briar, but outward she's spaced out and for the life of me I'll never understand how a man can do that to a girl.
And there's Sunday. Speak of the Devil. The man at the head of the family, defending it.
He's three steps away but ten times stronger and faster than me. But there are more guns on my side of the battlefront. And frankly I don't give a shit.
"Liz, are you going to kill him, or what?"