The Box Maker: A Triple Action Western Short Story

By Scott Dennis Parker

Imagine you are a carpenter and a gunfighter asks you to build a coffin…for him. What would you do?

The answer comes in an exciting new Junction City novelette from author Scott Dennis Parker in the style of Louis L'Amour, James Reasoner, and C. K. Crigger.

Emory Duvall practices his simple carpentry trade, knows everyone in town, and stays out of trouble. But when a young gunslinger pulls iron on him and makes an unusual request, trouble lands in Duvall's lap.

Now, the carpenter must figure out how to avoid getting shot…and how many coffins he will have to make. This exciting new Western from Scott Dennis Parker will have you asking a simple question: what would you do in Emory's position.

So if you like reading Robert J. Randisi, Chet Cunningham, and Ron Schwab, then you'll love The Box Maker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quadrant Fiction Studio
• Release date: Apr 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386295631

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The Box Maker

The Box Maker

A Triple Action Western Short Story

Scott Dennis Parker

Quadrant Fiction Studio

Contents

Newsletter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Mysteries

Westerns

The Adventures of Calvin Carter

The Box Maker

A Triple Action Western

Copyright © 2017 by Scott Dennis Parker

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1

I make boxes, Emory Duvall said. His hands, held above his head, shook in his sleeves. The small, round glasses, having slid down his nose on account of the sweat pouring off his forehead, perched precariously. You got the impression a good strong wind might just come by and knock them off, landing in the sandy ground of Main Street.

I know you make boxes, the stranger said. He switched his gun to his left hand and wiped the palm of his right on his pants. What I asked is do you make boxes you could put a man in? He glanced around, looking to see if there were prying eyes spying on them. Seeing none, he gripped the pistol with his newly dried right hand and wiped his left.

Duvall gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down over the bandana wrapped around his neck. I can build any size box you want, mister. He scrunched his nose, trying to keep his lenses on his face. The movement caused whatever friction holding them on to fail. His glasses fell to the ground.

Squinting with the sudden blurriness of his sight, Duvall indicated the glasses. May I?

The stranger paused. The midday sun bore down on the pair. Look, if I put away my iron, you gon’ to run or holler?

For the first time since the stranger arrived at his shop, Duvall smiled. Mister, I can’t run further than five feet without my spectacles. He said the word ‘can’t’ by adding an extra ‘i’ in the middle. But if you want me to build you a box of any size, I’m gonna need my glasses.

The stranger narrowed his eyes. No funny business, you hear?

Mister, Duvall said, I don’t even wear a gun. He tilted his