Savage Season: A Hap and Leonard Novel (1) (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard)

Savage Season: A Hap and Leonard Novel (1) (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard)

Joe R. Lansdale

Language: English

Pages: 178

ISBN: 0307455386

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The basis for the new TV series Hap and Leonard

A rip-roaring, high-octane, Texas-sized thriller, featuring two friends, one vixen, a crew of washed-up radicals, loads of money, and bloody mayhem.

Hap Collins and Leonard Pine are best friends, yet they couldn't be more different. Hap is an east Texas white-boy with a weakness for Texas women. Leonard is a gay, black Vietnam vet. Together, they steer up more commotion than a fire storm. But that's just the way they like it. So when an ex-flame of Hap's returns promising a huge score. Hap lets Leonard in on the scam, and that's when things get interesting. Chockfull of action and laughs, Savage Season is the masterpiece of dark suspense that introduced Hap and Leonard to the thriller scene. It hasn't been the same since.















pressure. I felt sorry for poor Chub on one hand, but on the other he sort of asked for what he got. Kind of wore a perpetual KICK ME sign around his neck and on his ass. "We're not getting off to the best start," Howard said. "There's no need for threats." "He wants to talk like people talk, okay," Leonard said, "but he wants to play analyst, he can talk that trash to himself." "We're going to work together," Howard said, "we got to coexist." "True," Paco said, "but could be a solid punch

and took the twelve gauge. He was about to load it and I was about to load the launcher, when Trudy came around the side of the house. We both saw her about the same time. I turned to open another box of clay birds, and Leonard turned to pick up a box of shells, and she was swinging our way in the sunlight. "Shit," Leonard said. "Here comes trouble." Trudy was about four years younger than me, thirty-six, but she still looked twenty-six. Had that long blond hair and legs that began at the

see. I wanted to locate the Iron Bridge, find that money, get on with things; go away from this weird winter and Trudy, talk of the sixties and Paco's failed revolution. Although the house where we were staying was at the edge of the woods, it wasn't the part of Marvel Creek legitimately called the bottoms. The bottoms was lowland with lots of trees, water, and wildlife, and it didn't start where it used to. Civilization had smashed the edges of it flat, rolled blacktop and concrete over it,

back, you like it so much." "While you're changing the tire, I'm gonna look around. Looks kind of familiar around here." "Now the place looks familiar. Got a tire to change, and you know the place like the back of your hand." "I merely said it looks familiar. I'll be back." "When?" "About the time I figure you've got the tire changed." It didn't look familiar to me at all, but hey, I hate changing tires and tires hate me. I know from all the bruised knuckles I've gotten over the years, all

so bright green they looked supernatural. Spangles of silver hung from her ears. She was wearing a white midi-blouse, a blue jean mini-skirt and wooden clog shoes. Beneath the midi was a flat brown stomach and a marvelous belly button, and beneath the mini were legs like God would have given his very own woman. I got over there without running and introduced myself. We made shameless small talk, mostly stupid mumblings, some of it about the war. Pretty soon we had our arms around each other and

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