"Tell Me A Scarecrow Story."

By Victor Allen

What is Halloween without a Killer Scarecrow story? Dillon's little town of Crabtree has a strange foible: Scarecrows everywhere. Some towns have acorns, some have peaches, Crabtree has scarecrows. And a weird little Halloween custom. Come along for the fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Victor Allen
• Release date: Oct 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370247974

Victor Allen

Born in North Carolina in 1961, Victor Allen has lived a charmed, black and white, and almost disreputable life. Turned down by the military at age seventeen because of a bad heart (We would take, his recruiter told him, the women and children before we would take you), he spent a wasted year at NCSU, where he augmented his scant college funds by working part-time as a stripper (what the heck? Everybody looks good when they're eighteen), a pastime he quickly gave up one night when he discovered -to his mortification- his divorced, middle-aged mother sitting in the audience. Giving NCSU the good old college miss, he satisfied his adventurous spirit and wanderlust by moving out West in his late teens, first to Colorado and later, Wyoming, and working in the construction trades. Uprooted from his small town upbringing and thrust into a world of real Cowboys and Indians, oil field roughnecks, biker gangs and pool sharks, he spent his youth travelling the country, following the work, settling at various times in Texas, Alabama, South Carolina, Florida, Colorado, and Wyoming. Along the way he met a myriad of interesting people including Hollywood, a young, Native American man, so called because he wore his sunglasses all the time, even at night; Cinderella K from Owensville, Missouri (the nice laundry lady who turned his shorts into pinkies); Lori P., the Colorado snake lady and her pet boa constrictor, Amanda; the pool hustler par excellence, Johnny M.; TJ, Moon, and Roundman, good folks, but bikers, all; his little blond girlfriend, Lisa; Maureen, the very funny lady from London with the very proper English accent, who he met while living outside of Shaw Air Force Base in Sumter, SC, and her daughter, Marie, with her practically incomprehensible cockney twang; the ever bubbly Samantha from FLA; and all the (well, never mind). :-). Plus way too many others too numerous to list. He has weathered gunfire, barroom brawls (I didn't get this crooked nose and all these scars on my face from kissin), a three-day mechanical breakdown in the heart of the Louisiana bayous, drunken riots- complete with car burnings and overturnings, Budweiser, bonfires and shootin' irons (it was all in good fun, though,)- ; a hundred year blizzard, floods, two direct lightning strikes, a hurricane which sent a tree crashing through his roof, and an unnerving late night encounter with a man who subsequently proved to be a murderer, surviving it all with a rather uncom...

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Tell Me a Scarecrow Story.

by

Victor Allen

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Dillon Stone had been staring intently at Old Nick, the scarecrow. He hung fixed on his crosspiece beneath the unclouded blue, seven feet tall amidst the parched corn stalks, his straw hair stirring in the soft, not yet winter breeze. His weathered fedora shaded him from the waning October sun and his long coat of many colors (it looked like a discarded bathrobe well past its salad days) swallowed his stick arms in its wizard's sleeves. Splayed branch fingers poked from the ends like overused brooms. He had blank buttons for eyes and a crooked grin sewn on with baling twine. But he, with his vivid garment, looked like a colorful splash of life amidst all the dead and dying brown.

Dillon's eyes were penciled on in a squint and wispy webs nipped at the corners, more profuse than there should be for one so young. Some folks thought maybe the sun had burned his brain. He was a little strange, but not harmful. Kind of like everybody's weird cousin. Quiet. Thin, even though he ate milk and cheese by the barrel and never gained an ounce. Very smart -much smarter than your average bear- but didn't make