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This 50th issue of Smith's Monthly contains more than seventy thousand words of original fiction from USA Today bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith. Including The First Year, the new novel in the Marble Grant series, and five new short stories in some of Dean's most popular series; Cold Poker Gang, Bryant Street, and Thunder Mountain, among others.
Also in this issue is Stories from July, part 2, with six classic short stories from Dean's groundbreaking project for which he wrote a short story (or two) a day for one month, blogged about it, and designed a cover for each one. The fun continues!
Dean Wesley Smith
Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, USA Today bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith published far more than a hundred novels in forty years, and hundreds of short stories across many genres. At the moment he produces novels in several major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the Old West, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the urban fantasy Ghost of a Chance series, a superhero series starring Poker Boy, and a mystery series featuring the retired detectives of the Cold Poker Gang. His monthly magazine, Smith’s Monthly, which consists of only his own fiction, premiered in October 2013 and offers readers more than 70,000 words per issue, including a new and original novel every month. During his career, Dean also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds. Writing with his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch under the name Kathryn Wesley, he wrote the novel for the NBC miniseries The Tenth Kingdom and other books for Hallmark Hall of Fame movies. He wrote novels under dozens of pen names in the worlds of comic books and movies, including novelizations of almost a dozen films, from The Final Fantasy to Steel to Rundown. Dean also worked as a fiction editor off and on, starting at Pulphouse Publishing, then at VB Tech Journal, then Pocket Books, and now at WMG Publishing, where he and Kristine Kathryn Rusch serve as series editors for the acclaimed Fiction River anthology series. For more information about Dean’s books and ongoing projects, please visit his website at www.deanwesleysmith.com and sign up for his newsletter.
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Smith's Monthly #50 - Dean Wesley Smith
Smith’s Monthly #50
Dean Wesley Smith
WMG Publishing, Inc.Contents
Introduction
That Human Fear
Introduction
That Human Fear
The Story of Jean
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Cat Leading the Way
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Stories from July
Foreword
I. Day Six
A Matter for a Future Year
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
II. Day Seven
Roses Around the Moment
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
III. Day Eight
For The Delusion That Waited
For The Delusion That Waited
Here to Stay on the Edge
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
IV. Day Nine
The Great Alien Vibration
The Great Alien Vibration
V. Day Ten
A Great First Day
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Something in My Darling
Introduction
Something in My Darling
Mule Creek Landslide
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The First Year
Introduction
Author’s Note
Part I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part II
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Part III
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Part IV
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Part V
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Part VI
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Part VII
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Part VIII
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Introduction
Introduction to Issue #50
A Milestone Number
It’s only a number. I know, I know. But in the world of magazine publication, when I first started, twenty was the number. After a few issues, doing twenty issues with a novel, four or five original short stories, and something serialized every month seemed very far off.
And I had set twenty as the first goal number because almost no magazine makes twenty issues. So to me it was a major goal.
And then over a year later, issue twenty went past, right on time. At that point, I stopped thinking about numbers.
Just kept putting out the magazine every month.
Then because of life issues and a huge move to get Kris to good doctors and out of the mold that was killing her, I stopped after issue #44.
Now I always had the intention of starting up again, but life kept getting in the way. I even had one restart scheduled for March 2020. Nope, a pandemic got in the way of that.
And in the way of all of us at the same time.
So finally in January 2021, Issue #45 came out and every month since a new issue, until now I find myself staring at issue number #50.
Wow.
Fifty issues of novels, short stories, and something serialized every month. From 55,000 to 70,000 words a month of published stuff, only written by me.
To say that no one has ever done this before would be a giant understatement. A few other writers have filled one or two issues of a magazine on their own, but never more than that and never monthly and never fifty of them.
So as this issue comes out, I am both very proud of myself and scared. Proud that I have done it, but now I know how really hard it has been and the focus it has taken, so I am scared that I won’t be able to keep it going.
But I plan to.
Next big number is Issue #100.
Something to aim for, but I know that the only way I will get there is one story, one book, one issue at a time. With that attitude, it seems very, very possible.
No telling what life will toss my way over the next four plus years between here and Issue #100. But if I have my way, every month of those coming years will have the publication of a new issue of Smith’s Monthly.
So onward and thanks for the support, everyone. It has been amazing, exciting, scary, and a great deal of fun.
—Dean Wesley Smith
May, 2021
Introduction
The Cold Poker Gang, a task force of retired Las Vegas detectives that meet once a week to play a little poker and work on solving cold cases given to them by the Chief of Police.
Retired Detectives Pickett and Sarge solved an eight-year-old cold case, but while doing so, they faced one of the most common human fears.
That Human Fear
A Cold Poker Gang Story
October 26 th, 2017
Retired Detective Debra Pickett stood in the shade of a tall rough-stone wall and watched a five-person forensics crew in white protective suits dig up a grave. Not exactly what she had hoped to do before breakfast this morning.
The Las Vegas sun was barely in the sky and already warm for such an early morning in October. Pickett was glad she had worn a light blouse and a wide-brimmed hat. She had brought a jacket thinking it would be cooler, but had left that in the car.
Beside her in the shade was her partner and lover, Retired Detective Ben Sarge
Carson. He had on what looked like a cowboy hat to shade his eyes and protect his head. He wore a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and they both had on jeans and tennis shoes.
The grave the crew was working on belonged to a Mildred Case. Mildred had died eight years ago at the ripe old age of ninety-six, outliving three of her five children and her second husband. From what Pickett could tell, Mildred had had over sixty grandchildren and great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren at the time of her death.
The funeral had been very large, from what Pickett could tell from the records. But it wasn’t Mildred they really wanted to dig up. It was what Pickett and Sarge thought was with Mildred. And it had taken days to get the court order to do this.
Days of nightmares and worry for Pickett.
She just hoped it would be worth it.
The entire thing had started when she and Sarge and Robin were handed a new cold case to work on. All three of them were a team and as retired detectives, had joined the Cold Poker Gang task force to solve cold cases.
Stephanie Donner, twenty-eight, and one of Mildred’s granddaughters, had vanished on the same day as they buried her grandmother. The case had gone cold almost instantly.
So when Pickett and Sarge and Robin got the case, the first thing they started looking at was why the timing of the funeral and Stephanie going missing.
From what they could tell, Stephanie didn’t even know her grandmother that well. She was an attractive young woman, standing only five-one with a bright smile and long, brown hair. She got top grades while in college and had worked up until the day she vanished as a project manager for a growing tech company.
She often said how much she loved her job.
She had a partner named Jill that she lived with and they had hoped to be married when the laws changed. Stephanie hadn’t lived long enough to see that day, sadly.
Over the next few days after getting the case, Pickett and Sarge talked to dozens of co-workers and friends of the couple, without any success or leads. Everything they were told was the same as the original detectives on the case were told eight years before. No one had a motive to harm Stephanie.
The standard response they got was how nice Stephanie really was. That she had kind words for everyone she met.
Stephanie had told her partner that she was going to her grandmother’s viewing at the mortuary, go out to lunch with a couple of cousins she hadn’t seen in a while, and then go to the funeral before going back to work.
The cousins never saw her at the mortuary, although Stephanie did sign the visitation book, but about a half hour ahead of the people she was going to meet.
No one saw her from that point forward.
It was Sarge at breakfast at the Golden Nugget that suggested that they look into the staff of the funeral home past what the detectives had done eight years earlier.
Robin, Pickett’s best friend and former partner when they were active detectives, had liked that idea and did her computer magic. Robin got the list of names from the funeral home and discovered that all but one had been interviewed earlier. The one guy named Angelo Clark had worked at cleaning and on the grounds of the mortuary. Angelo had vanished without a trace.
Nothing suspicious about that,
Pickett had said.
The police had him as a person of interest as well,
Robin said, reading from her screen, but never found him before the case went cold.
So the only thing that was different in that funeral home that day was Mildred and her large casket. If for some reason something had happened to Stephanie in that short time and she had been put in the casket at her grandmother’s feet, it would explain why Stephanie hadn’t been found in eight years.
That’s when Pickett started having nightmares.
Both Pickett and Sarge and Robin were sure they were right about this, even though they didn’t want to be.
And what Pickett was the most afraid of was that they would find Stephanie with evidence that she had been alive when the casket was buried. That had Pickett waking up from nightmares two or three times a night the last three nights. Once she had been screaming so loud, the cats wouldn’t even get near her for breakfast the next morning.
Sarge said the idea of being buried alive was his worst nightmare as well, but typical of Sarge, he didn’t show that he was bothered by this. Sometimes the man was just steel.
But being buried alive terrified Pickett.
In front of them it looked like the team was getting closer to the casket and getting ready to hook onto it to lift it up out of the hole they had dug. The court order was that if nothing was found, Mildred was to be just reburied at once.
The cemetery they were standing in was one of the most expensive in all of the valley. It actually had real grass combined with some desert plants and tall trees and palms that allowed a little shade. But with the angle of the sun this morning, only the stone wall along one side actually served as shade.
Every grave had a headstone, most ornately carved in some fashion or another. Mildred clearly had had some money to be buried here.
None of her family had decided to show up for digging up their grandmother. Pickett didn’t blame them in the slightest. Always better to remember grandma alive than see her body after eight years in the ground.
Pickett had seen pictures of Mildred before she died. She had been a tiny, shrunken old woman with a bright light in her eyes and a slight smile on her face. Pickett had a hunch she would have liked Mildred.
Three minutes later the crew hooked the lift onto the casket and gently pulled it upward.
Shall we get closer?
Sarge asked.
No,
Pickett said, shaking her head. Robin had the right idea in staying home. I’ve seen enough dug-up bodies that I don’t need to see this one.
Sarge nodded.
Besides,
Pickett said, if Stephanie is in there, this gets sent to an active detective as a murder case. And if she isn’t in there, we still have an unsolved cold case on our hands.
Sarge again nodded as the casket was set on a platform built to hold it. Then, wearing masks, two of the techs unlocked the large casket and opened both the top and the bottom at the same time.
Both of them instantly stepped back.
The man on the lift turned his head, while the other two techs also took a few paces back from the coffin.
Then the two who had opened the lid closed it at once and once again locked it.
Looks like we found Stephanie,
Sarge said.
Looks that way,
Pickett said as the lead tech started toward them, pulling off his mask.
Detectives,
the tech said. You were right. We found a body of what looks to be a young woman wrapped around the older woman’s feet in the casket. She was not embalmed, so we have to seal up the casket and get it to processing quickly.
Thank you,
Sarge said. An active homicide detective will be taking over the case.
The tech nodded and turned to go back to his crew.
Was she alive while in there?
Pickett asked before the tech got two steps. Could you tell?
She had to know. Otherwise she would keep having the nightmares.
The tech turned and shook his head. No signs of any struggle. From the look of the dried blood and caved in skull, I would say she was dead when put in there. But that will be up to the morgue to make the call.
Thank you,
Pickett said, feeling relieved.
The tech nodded and turned away.
Sarge took Pickett’s hand and they walked slowly back to Pickett’s Grand Cherokee SUV.
They didn’t need to talk.
They were done with the case.
They had given closure to the family of Stephanie after eight years of wondering and that was important. It was up to the homicide detectives to make a case against her killer and find him or her.
She and Sarge and Robin were retired. They only worked cold cases for the Cold Poker Gang task force.
And right now, today, Pickett was very glad that was all they did. They didn’t have to notify the family, or open a fresh case with all the photos of that casket, or face the scum who had killed Stephanie and stuffed her in her grandmother’s casket.
Pickett had done that job for long enough as an active detective.
And this case made her very glad she had retired.
She squeezed Sarge’s hand as they reached the car and he smiled.
Tough to let this one go?
he asked.
Not in the slightest,
she said. Not in the slightest.
And with that, she drove them back into Las Vegas toward breakfast at the Golden Nugget buffet.
Their routine was to eat breakfast at the Golden Nugget Buffet.
She needed the routine right now.
She needed to feel alive and in control.
And maybe by next week she might be ready for another cold case.
Maybe.
Introduction
Sky Tate works as a superhero detective in the Poker Boy Universe. And sometimes she gets a client she finds attractive.
But first Sky must solve Jean’s problem with a man before the personal side gets explored.
A Sky Tate story that shows a normal Sky Tate superhero detective day.
Chapter One
Finding clients just never seems to be an issue for me. Not sure if that stems from the vast number of total idiots in the world or my ability to attract those infected by idiocy. Not saying my clients are idiots. Most aren’t, but most seem to be dealing with stupidity of one sort or another.
In fact, lately, my clients have been wonderful women, attractive women, single women. Been great fun for me since I tend to lean toward women far more than men with my sexual life.
And I was most definitely leaning toward Jean, my new client.
Her full and real name was Jeanette King. No middle name, no initial, nothing. Just Jeannette King. She went by Jean. And first time I saw her walk into the Rocky’s Bar in the strip mall off Flamingo, I almost melted from the heat and the Vegas weather was nice at eighty and Rocky’s air conditioning was working just fine.
Jean had a full head of bright red hair that flared out from her head like a nova and ran down over her shoulders and back like a lava flow. So sue me, I get a little descriptive when it comes to Jean, but wow, just wow.
She had the standard green eyes that went with bright red natural hair and the fair skin covered with a sea of light tan freckles. The freckles went down her neck and vanished under the white silk blouse she was wearing. My first thought was to want desperately to follow those freckles like a bloodhound following a scent, sniffing and licking all the way.
Jean did that to me right from the start.
I got all that and she hadn’t even started across the small bar yet. Being a superhero and super observant at everything had its advantages and disadvantages at times.
She had on jeans, running shoes, and a smile that seemed to light up her red hair even more as she came toward me across the small dance floor of the bar.
She had been referred to me by a friend at the main police station and I knew instantly I was going to have to send him a bottle of fine whiskey for the referral.
I had been sitting at the bar, working on a Diet Coke, waiting for her, when she came in. She reached me and my open mouth and staring eyes and stuck out her hand.
You must be Sky Tate,
she said.
I am,
I said, managing to get my hand into her fine-skinned grip.
Oh, you’re a woman,
Jean said.
Then she blushed. I loved the blush. It lit up the trail of her freckles.
I noticed that too when I took a shower this morning,
I said.
She blushed even more.
The bar got warmer.
Lots of people thought I was a guy because I wore the standard detective gray trench coat and a gray fedora. The hat covered my longer hair because I kept it tied up and covered when working and the trench coat covered what assets I did have without any issue at all.
Plus my face was long and I had what many called a Roman nose. I called it a beak.
So with all that, being mistaken for a guy with the name Sky Tate wasn’t anything new. And I often used that to my advantage in cases.
I’m sorry,
Jean said.
Don’t be,
I said, taking off my hat and coat and letting my hair fall down over my shoulders. I tend to hide some. A detective thing.
I motioned that we should move to a small table off to one side so we could talk in private, even though Rocky was the only other person in the place and most of the time he was hard of hearing. One reason I liked the place.
One of my superpowers was being able to completely read a person’s problems by simply shaking their hand. When I shook Jean’s hand, not only did I get a little tingling that had nothing to do with the case, but I saw her problem and why she wanted to hire me.
Her boss at her job. She was recently divorced and had taken a job as a manager at a local clothing store. Turns out the overall manager was a married jerk. Even in the new world of Me Too
this guy had not gotten a clue and she didn’t really know what to do. She had been out of the workforce for a long time and didn’t know if she should just put up with his unwanted touching and lewd suggestions or what.
And worse yet, his name was Gary. A total cliche.
She had gotten a reference from a neighbor in her apartment building to the cop downtown and he had sent her to me.
So,
I said. Tell me about this Gary guy and exactly what he is doing.
She jerked slightly. How…
Detective,
I said, shrugging. I know stuff.
She nodded and proceeded to tell me about what the jerk Gary was doing with her. All classic crap a certain type of man thought he could get away with. Especially with an attractive and inexperienced woman in his employ.
When she finished, she said, And I don’t even much like men anymore. One of the reasons I left my husband. Can you help me?
Of course I can,
I said, trying to make my heart get back out of my throat and into place. The key is what kind of results you would like.
She nodded, her red hair moving in luscious waves. I would like to keep my job because I really like it. I just want to have Gary leave me alone and do his job.
Well, you keeping your job won’t be the issue,
I said. But changing a pig like Gary isn’t going to happen. If he even knew you were talking with someone like me or the police about his actions, they would only get worse.
I was afraid of that,
she said.
So how about you give me a day to figure out Gary’s weak spots,
I said. Can we meet back here tomorrow at the same time?
It’s my lunch break and my store is only a mile from here, so no problem.
I’ll bring us some Chinese food from two doors down,
I said. You like Chinese?
Love it,
she said, smiling.
I think right at that moment my heart beat a little faster.
I shook her hand again as we stood to make