Airship Lies
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Airship Lies is a Steampunk/Western anthology containing five stories from the Age of Wonder, ranging from the Old West to the wilderness beyond the Frontier to the very edge of space itself.
Pressure: In a world where men have begun their conquest of space in rickety, steam-powered spaceships called Fultons, a desperate freight crew struggles to make an impossible deadline.
The Leash: A boy gets caught up in a storm and finds himself the unwelcome guest of the pirate crew of the legendary dirigible, the Black Dog.
The Ghost in the Barbershop: Frontier town Muddy Creek has always had more than its fair share of weirdness, but nobody expected a ghost to begin haunting Angus McTavish's barbershop.
Plague Ship: When a raid accidentally brings a nasty virus aboard the pirate airship Coyote, mutinous thoughts surface and family members face off against each other.
Rabbit Stones: All Gordon wanted to do was explore the wilderness and make maps, but after he is robbed and left for dead, he must decide whether he is the sort of man cut out for revenge.
Ian Thomas Healy
Ian Thomas Healy is a prolific writer who dabbles in many different speculative genres. He’s a ten-time participant and winner of National Novel Writing Month where he’s tackled such diverse subjects as sentient alien farts, competitive forklift racing, a religion-powered rabbit-themed superhero, cyberpunk mercenaries, cowboy elves, and an unlikely combination of vampires with minor league hockey. He is also the creator of the Writing Better Action Through Cinematic Techniques workshop, which helps writers to improve their action scenes.Ian also created the longest-running superhero webcomic done in LEGO, The Adventures of the S-Team, which ran from 2006-2012.When not writing, which is rare, he enjoys watching hockey, reading comic books (and serious books, too), and living in the great state of Colorado, which he shares with his wife, children, house-pets, and approximately five million other people.
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Airship Lies - Ian Thomas Healy
AIRSHIP LIES
A Quintet of Thrilling Tales
from the Age of Wonder
By Ian Thomas Healy
Copyright 2018 Ian Thomas Healy
Published by Local Hero Press
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Table of Contents
Pressure
The Leash
The Ghost in the Barbershop
Plague Ship
Rabbit Stones
Pressure
Tramp freighters have always run on the ragged edge of disaster, whether on the high seas, in the skies, or in the Big Black of space.
Gusarov was pretty sure the Scottish girl was going to give it up. For two hours, he’d been plying her with vodka and sordid tales of his exploits as a dashing space pilot. He, the humble child of Russian peasant farmers, who’d clawed and fought his way into space where he could fly one of the steam-powered Fultons around the world, delivering cargo faster than any dirigible or steamship ever could. He might have exaggerated some of the dangers here and there, but it was still space, and there was a whole lot of nothing beyond the airlock doors where a man could easily find himself floating back to Earth as a freeze-dried husk, burning up in a brief flash of reentry.
The girl had eaten it up like a bowl of fresh haggis. And she’d said her name was . . . Maisie? Maddie? She’d gone from rapt attention to stroking Gusarov’s ankle with her own to spreading apart her legs enough to let him caress her creamy thighs beneath her ridiculously impractical skirt. Earthworms never could seem to shake their gravity-based fashions even in the microgravity of Pinnacle Station above Paris or her sister, Roosevelt Station over Houston, Texas.
Groundpounder fashions did have one advantage, though, especially when it came to women’s attire, and Gusarov figured to be making some well-practiced advanced docking maneuvers in one of the dark recesses of le sous-sol, the docks on the station’s underside.
Then First Mate Wexler of the Hannibal’s Bride drifted into the tavern, eschewing the aluminum strips riveted to the floor for the earthworms’ comfort, and Gusarov knew there was no chance he’d be plumbing the depths of the Scottish girl’s airlock. What was her name, anyway? Mary? Marcy?
There ye be, Goose,
called Wexler. "Skipper’s got a hot run, and said if I couldn’t find ye, he’d hire some other bloke to fly the Bride."
Cannot have that,
said Gusarov. He turned to the Scottish girl. She was the daughter of some wealthy tourist who wanted to add travel in space to the list of things he’d done to impress his other wealthy friends. Gusarov had found her wandering through the main corridor of Pinnacle, looking bored, and offered to buy her a drink. Maggie, I must go.
When she didn’t correct him, he forged ahead, pleased that he’d guessed correctly. Duty calls, yes?
Ach, ye’re breakin’ me heart, Mister Gasparov. Ay was hopin’ tae get the grand tour of yer Fulton.
Gusarov didn’t bother to correct her mispronunciation of his name. Some other time, lass, yes? You stay here on Pinnacle for one more week?
Aye,
said Maggie. Da’ has a plan to take a tour in an Orbital Fulton to see the space railroad construction. He’s invested some money in the project. Sounds bloody dreadful to me.
Oy, Goose, either move yer bollocks or lose yer job. We’ve got a schedule to keep.
Gusarov saluted in a halfhearted way. Aye aye, sir.
He turned to Maggie. I see you when I return, yes?
She answered with a surprisingly bold kiss that left them both a little breathless. It was almost enough for Gusarov to resign his commission right then and there, but that wasn’t going to help his finances. A moment’s pleasure couldn’t pay for fine Russian vodka or oatmeal, which fetched a premium up on Pinnacle. Clear skies, Mr. Spaceman.
Clear skies,
Gusarov muttered as he drifted out of the bar after Mate Wexler. This good-pay job, yes?
Aye,
said Wexler over his shoulder. They floated past an area of the station still under construction, showing bare aluminum paneling moved aside to reveal the steam, air, and water conduits beneath. Once fully operational, Pinnacle was supposed to have electric power courtesy of a Curie Atomic Pile, but it wasn’t yet completed, so the only light came from bulb-enclosed gaslights along the walls, fed by dedicated gas and oxygen tubes.
The two men passed by a construction crew, their magnetic boots holding them fast to the deck while they worked to punch rivets through plating. They had to twist out of the way of a pair of freight handlers struggling with a large crate that kept drifting off course. Spacers often repeated the mantra It’s not the weight, it’s the inertia.
They reached the large hole in the floor that led to the basement docks where the Hannibal’s Bride was berthed. The docks were quieter than usual, with only a few crews offloading construction supplies for the station or the Circumferential Rail that the Orbital Company was building between Pinnacle and Roosevelt Stations. Quiet was a relative term for Gusarov, who was used to the wall of noise within the cramped confines of the Fulton’s bridge.
The Hannibal’s Bride was a newer ship, from the second generation of flying teakettles that used dual boilers and had radiators like angels’ wings. The first time Gusarov had seen her, painted in brilliant white lead paint, he’d thought of her as his angel. Other times, when her boilers were being cantankerous and her pressure valves kept leaking and filling the cabin with a scalding, drifting mist in zero gravity, he thought of her as a Greek whore, bent over the edge of a bed with the double boilers of her breasts spread across the coverlet.
He hoped this jaunt would be more of the angelic variety. What is destination?
he asked Wexler as they flew past the large leaded glass windows that showed the Bride where she’d butted up against the station to offload her last cargo of construction supplies.
Melbourne.
Wexler twisted himself around in midair to land feet-first on the bulkhead by the lock leading to the Bride. Leastaways, that’s what Captain Dawson mentioned afore. Wotcher, Lewis.
One of the Bride’s crewmen, a boilerman named Lewis, stood watch in the lock to keep anyone unwanted off the Fulton. He had magnetic boots to keep himself firmly planted on the deck and a crow-beaked space axe slapping rhythmically against his palm. The space axe had always seemed to Gusarov to be a romantic sort of weapon, the kind of thing that Americans might put in their dime store adventure books. He’d never carried one himself, but then, he was a pilot and not expected to do anything besides fly the ship. All boilermen carried them, for they could split a pipe to relieve pressure just as easily as the skull of a would-be pirate. The hooked end was useful for retrieving tools that might float away in the microgravity, and the blunt back of the head made an effective hammer.
Glad you’re back, Mr. Wexler,
said Lewis. He spun the wheel to open the door into the Bride. Captain’s got hisself all worked up in a tizzy over this run. Lumpers just finished loading the cargo. Hullo, Goose.
Lewis.
Gusarov nodded at the boilerman. Ship has heavy load or no?
Naw, just a few crates. I think they’re American rifles!
Perhaps Captain Dawson intends to start war, yes?
Gusarov pulled himself through the lock and aboard the Bride.
Perhaps Pilot Gusarov should mind his own business,
said a mustachioed blonde man with a dark tan.
Gusarov saluted. Aye, Captain.
Mr. Wexler, is everyone aboard?
Wexler looked up from the logbook. We show two fellows still off the ship, sir. Jackson and Korolev.
Captain Dawson nodded. Mark that they’ve been released from their contracts, to be paid in full upon our return to Pinnacle.
Aye, sir.
Wexler made a note in the log.
Gusarov approved of the missing crewmen earning out their contracts, but he was more concerned about their actual loss to the ship. "Sir, Bride short two boilermen now. Dangerous to run."
Can’t be helped, Goose. We’ve got a terribly tight schedule.
Dawson pulled himself into the Captain’s chair and tightened the straps around his waist and shoulders. He pulled a speaking tube to his lips and shouted, Boilers to full, release docking clamps, seal all locks. Make ready for departure.
Shouts of Aye, sir,