Riders of the Spew

By Robert Lee Thompson

God removed all the good people from Earth and transferred them to another place. The Devil spewed all the people in Hell to the vacated earth and went on vacation. Six couples team up in this action, demon filled novel of individuals from earth and other dimensions. Each chapter is filled with never ending adventure, more action and the will to survive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lee Thompson
• Release date: Aug 22, 2009
• ISBN: 9781452310978

Robert Lee Thompson

Robert was born and raised in Indian River County Florida. He is a military retiree and proud to have served. During Korea Conflict he spent time in Korea aboard the U.S.S. Calvert (APA-32) and during the Vietnam Conflict he did two tours of duty in Vietnam with the Navy Seabees, U.S. Naval Construction Battalion Forty (MCB-40). Other duty stations were the U.S.S. Casa Grande (LSD-13), U.S.S. Willard Keith (DD-775), U.S.S. Tidewater (AD-32), U. S. Naval Training Center, Orlando, Florida, U.S Naval Air Station, Sanford, Florida and U.S. Naval Station, Key West, Florida. These stations are not in the order in which I served. After retiring from the military he was a truck driver, a nuclear plant security officer in Saint Lucie County for fifteen years and did odd jobs while touring the United States. He now lives in Bristol Connecticut. While in the U.S. Navy he was lucky enough to have visited Japan, Okinawa, Spain, Greece, Philippines, Korea, Vietnam, Mexico, Canada, Alaska, Hawaii, Italy, Ethiopia, Puerto Rico, Hong Kong, France, Red Sea, Nassau and many other places. He has fond memories from each and every country and place.

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Robert Thompson

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

For two talented writers Corrine and Jeannie for the help that made this possible. For my wife Nancy who left me alone to do it.

Riders of the Spew

Prologue

Earth is a wasteland where only the hardcore adventurous souls roam in search of…even they don’t know what. This story is only coming to you out of the goodness of someone who took the time to record some of the things that were happening after God took all of his people and transferred them to another planet.

I’m one of those people that like to roam the earth in search of things that tell me how it used to be. You might call me a historian. The book I’m going to pass on to you was one that I found in an old juke joint that had seen better days. There were ten volumes in the series and each one dealt with a different group. Each group had their own story. The volumes were in an indestructible container wrapped in waterproof material.

Because I was always a fan of the old novels I’m going to list the characters now so you can refer back to them when needed to keep up with this story. All the characters in the story were given one ability which I will tell about ahead of time. If they are killed they will return to the land of the living after seven days unless they are decapitated. Regardless how bad they are wounded the wound heals in twenty-four hours.

There was one other thing that I thought was interesting. All the beings once lived in different dimensions but were all sent to the same Hell. When the spew came they were all spewed to the same dimension.

Cotton is a black man that was a Georgia slave and picked cotton most every year of his life. Then he decided he had enough and killed the plantation owner and his whole family. He didn’t stop there but went wild and killed all the other slaves, then burnt the plantation to the ground before he was killed and sent to hell. He did spare his twin, not identical, brother who went to hell with him. He is a giant of a man and served the devil well. The mount he rides is half monster and half wild boar by the name of Bristle. His ability is super human strength. Neither he nor any one else knows just how strong he really is.

Cowboy rides a monster horse with three horns extruding from the front of his head. He was a wrangler in the 1800s and killed forty-seven people from ambush before he was hanged and sent to hell. A lot of his victims were women and children. He is a normal sized man with the ability to fade or become invisible. He can only use this ability in ten minute segments.

Butcher rides a monster Texas longhorn bull. During World War 2 in the month of November and the year 1943 she was a butcher in Chicago. A lot of the meat she sold was from the victims she murdered. She sold the meat under the table as mystery meat. What made this such a good deal for people was they didn’t need to use their ration stamps to buy the meat and they didn’t need to know what they were eating. She has lots of muscle but is very feminine. Her talent is the ability to project holograms.

Stripper, as you would guess was a stripper in the 1960s and would lure men to her home where she would kill and then rob them. It’s unknown how many men she killed but it was a known fact that she went to hell. She is a beautiful woman with a killer body—pun not intended. She rides a Sabertooth tiger that is also a monster and extremely large. She is a shape changer and able to change into any animal she wants to.

Calusa is a direct descendant of the Calusa Indians and was from Florida. He came home from World War 2 and had battle fatigue. He went crazy and murdered everyone in his tribe and before he could be stopped he killed over fifty percent of the town’s people in a small town in south Florida. He always wears full battle dress fatigues. He carries a bow that he uses to shoot arrows tipped with explosive mini rockets. He was a Major with the U. S. Army Paratroopers. He rides a large brown bear the same size and with the eating habits of a polar bear. He can teleport up to one hundred yards carrying anything or any body that he is touching with him.

Nightmare is an Asian woman who ran a brothel—also known as a bordello or whorehouse—and opium den in San Francisco. She was a killer for hire who would slit the throats of those she was paid to kill during the time they were out of the world on opium. In her case it’s said she killed hundreds. Of course she ended up in hell. She is petite and regardless of what she is wearing she looks like she just stepped out of a fashion show. Although she doesn’t need them she wears eye glasses with clear lenses. She rides a monster vicious wolf and can morph into any being she has seen before.

Those are the main characters in this story. One other bit of information that might be of some help to start with is that after God delivered his people to some unknown planet, the Devil, with no one to corrupt, went on vacation to outer space and never returned. Before he left he spewed all of his hordes out of hell and to the surface of earth. After reading this book I’m not really sure how all of that went down.

From here on I’ll let you read the story as it was written. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Everyone is Ready

Cowboy watched Cotton as he saddled that monster he always rode. The thing had tusks that must be at least a foot long, extending up outside its mouth and coming above the upper jaw. He could rip a man in half or just use them to jab someone and toss them playfully in the air. The only way Cotton could handle Bristle was to use chains as reins. Well that is not completely true. When it came to Cotton, Bristle was a big pussy cat. Anyone else who got near the boar hog was mince meat. Right now the teeth were bared as he pulled back the skin around his jaws and snarled at Cowboy. Those two were the only people or animals on this planet that Cowboy was afraid of.

Cotton looked down at Stripper as she walked up to him and ran her hands down his bare chest and stomach. She liked to run her hands across the washboard muscles of this stomach. As long as Cotton was there she was not scared of Bristle. You couldn’t hire her to touch the animal when he wasn’t around. She hoped that would change soon. The wire-like hair on its body, from whence his name came, made chills run up and down her spine the one time she did touch him. She always stayed clear of the two pistols that hung from holsters on belts that crisscrossed his narrow hips in case he needed a fast draw.

What do you want? he asked her. She was a fighter. She could draw a gun and empty it before most people could get one out of its holster.

I just want to know what we will be doing today. Before too much longer I’ll need a day off to let one of the other girls do my hair and make me pretty for you. They need a day off also.

You go back in the house and tell everyone that we are riding today so get out here for instructions. We have a visitor that will be talking to us. We will need everyone here to vote on an issue she will be presenting.

Will do Boss, Stripper said. She walked toward the mansion making sure her hips swiveled back and forth. It was more for Cowboy’s benefit than Cotton’s. She knew that Cotton wasn’t even looking at her. She could tell when he had something he considered important on his mind.

Cowboy led the large stallion from the barn. It was the biggest horse he had ever seen. Being from Texas he had seen a lot of horses but not this size. It was the only one that he had seen with three horns. The longest horn came out between the large green eyes and extended at least a foot. The other two were just as long but curved out from each side of the head like a cow’s horns. They came out and then curved up so they looked smaller. The leather saddle was worn and shiny. He dropped the reins, which grounded the horse. Who is this person that is going to talk to us? he asked Cotton.

Don’t let your feeble brain overtax itself. You’ll find out with the rest of them, Cotton replied. He ran his fingers through the mane of Bristle and looked into the icy blue eyes like he was trying to see what lay ahead. All he saw was the love and affection that the boar had for him.

What’s he want now? asked Butcher. She was standing in front of a mirror looking at a small zit that had popped up on her face. She touched it with the tip of one finger and then ran her hand over her bald head. She would need to shave it again before long. She could still smell the sulfur from hell that she had been unable to wash off yet. She sprayed some expensive cologne on and headed for the door.

How would I know? responded Stripper. I’m just the messenger.

Nightmare ran a comb through her long black hair until it glittered with the light bouncing off it. He is always right. He’s the only one that could have kept us alive after the Devil spewed all of us to earth. We are just lucky that we all came out at the same place. From what I’ve heard everyone else was spewed to different places. He must like us so he kept us together. All the ladies in the group slept in this one large bedroom. It contained three king sized beds with room for at least five more. It was not because there were no more rooms because there were. In fact the mansion had twenty-one bedrooms.

A large military looking man in fatigues stuck his head in the door. You ladies ready to boogie?

What do you want Calusa? asked Stripper.

I’ve had everything I want from you but later on I might want to make that journey again, he grinned. He had bandoleers across both shoulders, a large rifle in one hand and grenades attached to different parts of his web belt and other parts of his uniform. Across his back was a bow with arrows that had small missiles attached. The arrows were inside a specially made quiver. He always looked like he was still in the military and always ready for battle.

Stripper grinned back at him and showed him her middle finger. He laughed and left. When he got outside a big brown mountain in the shape of a bear ran full speed and slid to a stop before hitting him. The brown bear reared up on his hind legs for his belly rub. Calusa looked skyward at Kodiak. That was the name he called him by. Calusa’s head came less than halfway to the bear’s shoulders. He reached out his hands and scrubbed real hard on Kodiak’s stomach. A low moan came from deep within the bear. When he was finished Kodiak came down on all fours making sure he didn’t bury Calusa. Although he was a brown bear Calusa called him Kodiak because of his size and eating habits. He would eat any kind of meat from deer to demons and even humans if he got hungry enough.

The three women walked out together. Each was looking special in her own way. A wolf the size of a Clydesdale silently moved from behind the barn and glided to Nightmare. It stuck its head out for her to rub its ears. This beautiful female was Nightmare’s pride and joy. She would have to get her grooming tools ready see if she could make this young female more attractive. A bond between them was so solid that it would take more than a crowbar to pry them apart.

We have a visitor I want you to listen to and tell me what you think. You’ve been telling me how boring everything has been for you. In my opinion it’s because the Devil made everyone go to school for fifty years and we all came out of that school talking alike, thinking alike and on and on. The woman standing to my left will introduce herself and tell you what she wants us to do. Cotton waved a hand toward a woman who stood staring at them.

The woman was small, about 110 pounds and only five feet. She had long black hair with a silver streak tied back into a pony tail, a small mole on her nose and green eyes that seemed to spit fire. Since I know you want to take this assignment I’m going to let you call me Boss Lady. To start with I need to know does anyone have something to smoke?

When everyone but Cotton held out something that they smoked she selected a cigarillo from Nightmare and accepted a light from Stripper. After taking a long drag from the cigarillo she coughed. My throat is dry. I guess it would be asking too much to think anyone had something to drink.

Cowboy reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a flask. All I have is some homemade moonshine I was able to talk a red demon out of after I tortured him for an hour.

That would do fine. She took the flask and drained it down to the last drop. She handed the empty container back to him and took another drag from her smoke. I was sent here by Archangel Michael. When God removed all his people from this earth a few forgot to pack up and leave. Michael wants those few found and he has authorized me to make a contract with you evil people to find them. You would have to agree not to harm them once they were found.

What’s in it for us? asked Calusa. Since he didn’t smoke he was chewing a wad of tobacco and spit some of it out. The stream of tobacco landed between Boss Lady’s feet barely missing her.

Boss Lady began to grow. She got bigger and bigger until she was towering above all of them. She pointed a finger at Calusa and with a voice that sounded like it was coming out of a tunnel she warned, Don’t you ever do that again.

Calusa teleported back a few feet and smiled at her. "You can come back to normal size now that