Dirty White Boys

Dirty White Boys

Stephen Hunter

Language: English

Pages: 496

ISBN: 044022179X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

They busted out of McAlester State Penitentiary--three escaped convicts going to ground in a world unprepared for anything like them....

Lamar Pye is prince of the Dirty White Boys.  With a lion in his soul, he roars--for he is the meanest, deadliest animal on the loose....
Odell is Lamar's cousin, a hulking manchild with unfeeling eyes.  He lives for daddy Lamar.  Surely he will die for him....
Richard's survival hangs on a sketch: a crude drawing of a lion and a half-naked woman.  For this Lamar has let Richard live...

Armed to the teeth, Lamar and his boys have cut a path of terror across the Southwest, and pushed one good cop into a crisis of honor and conscience.  Trooper Bud Pewtie should have died once at Lamar's hands.  Now they're about to meet again.  And this time, only one of them will walk away....

The Experiment (Animorphs, Book 28)

Crispin: At the Edge of the World (Crispin, Book 2)

Chasing Ivan

Dirty White Boys




















and was just ten feet away and all Lamar had to do was jump across that space and bury the hatchet in the lawman’s brain! It would have been so easy! They could have stashed him, taken his truck, and driven to new digs in New Mexico or Texas or California or somesuch. But no—played it safe, and got poor Odell blown away. What haunted him most, as it haunted Bud, was Odell’s insane lumber across the tattoo shop while Pewtie shot pieces off him. He must have hit him two dozen times as Lamar just

can’t just pull guns on civilians. On another night, it was grounds for suspension. Not tonight. Fuck it, tonight. He looked at his watch. It was five after three. Shit. Maybe Lamar had called while the Indian was on the phone. He sat, breathing hard, his mind empty. The seconds clicked by. Suddenly it was ten after. Christ, he thought, I blew it. But the phone rang. “Pye?” “Oh, Bud, sorry I’s late. Just gittin’ to know your lady here.” “Don’t you hurt her.” “Damn, she’s a pretty one.”

her. Like you tried to help me.” “I—” “PLEASE! OH GOD, I’m scared. PLEASE before I die.” “Ted, I—” But Lamar was back. A car pulled up, a Jeep Wagoneer. Bud saw the two grim old people sitting ramrod stiff in the back. They were next. A twerpy-looking white boy was driving—that goddamned Richard Peed. Lamar and Odell walked over. Lamar said, “You made your peace with the Lord yet, Trooper?” “Eat shit,” said Bud. Lamar walked over to Ted. Ted had folded into a fetal position half on his

that’s all. I’m damned glad you hunt doves and not deer with those deer slugs.” “Bud, I have a case of Winchester deer slugs under my workbench. Old Lamar just never found them! Don’t that beat the monkey!” They headed inside, laughing like old pals. Mary Stepford, looking pale and leathery, rose from the sofa to greet them. “Well, Mr. Pewtie, I swear, I never thought you’d be coming by for coffee.” “I didn’t either, ma’am. I thought my coffee-drinking days were over.” “Well, you are a sight

artist.” The man looked at it closely. “I don’t see no oil spots. Pal, I doubt seriously we could get a print off that. Getting prints off paper is tough. You need some kind of hard, glossy surface, glass, linoleum, Formica.” “That’s what I thought. You want to bag this sucker?” “Yeah, I ought to.” “But, could I get an impression of it, a Xerox or something?” “There’s a Xerox machine in the manager’s office.” “So you won’t scream if I go Xerox it and then bring it back?” “Don’t mean a

Download sample