I mentioned a while ago that I have developed quite a fondness for Mick and Casey McKee, a young married couple who are gunslingers in the Old West. And tend to do a bit of detecting while they’re at it. Over my vacation, I read a few of the mysteries starring the pair, including the short story “Trail of the Lonesome Stickpin.”
The story opens with Mick waking up on the floor, half-undressed, and the memory of a pair of beautiful brown eyes and soft blond hair. His wife, by the way, has hazel eyes, brown hair, and is quite a sharpshooter. Needless to say, he’s desperate to figure out what happened before he’s in more trouble with Casey than he can handle.
I still love this couple. They make me smile, it’s that simple. Mick’s the talker, the one who figures things out. Casey’s more likely to shoot first and ask questions later, but she has a soft side that shows itself once in a while.
The question in this mystery is how did Mick get himself in this position.
I closed my eyes and nearly laughed. Wouldn’t you know there would be a pie involved when I got myself into trouble. Pie and women are pretty much my idea of heaven. But the laugh never happened, because the presence of pie made me feel I must have got myself involved in some kind of orgy, and the lingering touch of satisfaction made me feel guilty as hell.
We learn as he remembers bits and pieces, but we don’t get the whole story until he explains it all to Casey. It’s pretty amusing.
4 out of 5 stars
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I purchased my copy and the above is my honest opinion.