deadwood

Lucille,_ Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. __s that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?___ell, pinch my pooch, I believe it is,_ Lucille said. __ barely recognize him with his clothes on.

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I__ be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in a red suit carrying a bag over his shoulder.(Violet Parker)

Violet Lynn Parker, you__ better spill or I__l start bellowing __appy Birthday_ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

For some stupid reason, I had this irrational need to prove to Cooper that I could inspect dead bodies over black coffee and maple bars just like him and the other guys on the police force.(Violet Parker)

Call me crotchety, but I didn__ like being bossed around, especially before I__ injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker

Take your clothes off." "What?" "You heard me." Evelyn forced her mouth shut. She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon light filtered through the gaps, its beams turning the dust in the air into diamonds. She could hear the rattle of a wagon on the street below and the regular rhythm of squeaking bedsprings in the adjacent room. "So? What are you waiting for?" She stared at the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious.