Darby

by C.L. Moses

A child lost in a world so alien to him that all he can do is find a warm place to curl up and wait to die. Darby sees the child climbing into a dumpster on a cold Chicago night. Darby always lived by three simple rules. After finding the boy his rules began to drop by the wayside. Over the period of the next few months Darby finds that not only his life but of that of the boy and his mother, along with his friends and associates have been changed dramatically. After that mayhem ensues as you are introduced to a virtual rouges gallery of cutthroats, thieves, and liars. A few good Samaritans and well-wishers are added and if that's not enough a surprise appearance by Mr. Johnny Cash is added for a bit of flavor. Can Darby rescue the boy and himself at the same time? Or will the forces of evil prevail? And can a man of the gun become a father and husband? This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. But I'm fairly sure you will recognize personalities of some characters similar in someone you know. I have also taken great liberty with locations. In the end this is a work of entertainment so I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed crafting it for you. Sincerely C. L. Moses

150 pages, Kindle Edition

First published July 18, 2012

About the author

As a Texan, I grew up surrounded by world-class storytellers. Whenever we camped out as a family, or just some of the men folk hunkered around a campfire after the hunt was over, there would always be a story to be told. Add to that the family gatherings when a barbecue pit always filled the air with warm smoke and the lifelong remembrances of a dozen or so chickens halved, slathered in my family’s secret sauce, and you had the perfect setting for a story to be told. Some asked for, while others usually started with something along the lines of “Y’all ain’t gonna believe this, but . . .” and out of all of the stories I heard as a young boy, all the way up well into adulthood, one fact stood out above all others. It was the passion—the look in the storyteller’s eyes and the way they would lean in on those listening, be it around a campfire or at the counter of some random truck stop, they all seemed to have the same ambition: the telling of the tale. My books are about me trying my best to keep your attention the way my forefathers kept mine for all the years—those past and those yet to come.