{"id":1049,"date":"2015-06-20T16:44:19","date_gmt":"2015-06-20T23:44:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.doniscasey.com\/?page_id=1049"},"modified":"2021-12-11T14:54:08","modified_gmt":"2021-12-11T21:54:08","slug":"books-all-men-fear-me","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.doniscasey.com\/?page_id=1049","title":{"rendered":"Books: All Men Fear Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Books: All Men Fear Me<\/span><\/h1>\n

An Alafair Tucker Mystery #8<\/h1>\n

Poisoned Pen Press<\/a><\/p>\n

Hardback<\/strong> \u2022
\nISBN 9781464204685<\/p>\n

Paperback<\/strong> \u2022
\nISBN 9781464204708<\/p>\n

Paperback (Large Type)<\/strong> \u2022
\nISBN 9781464204692<\/p>\n

eBook<\/strong> \u2022<\/p>\n

Also available at Kobo<\/a>, iTunes<\/a>, Amazon<\/a>, Barnes & Noble<\/a>, and your local bookstore or public library.<\/p>\n

All Men Fear Me Media Kit<\/a><\/p>\n

The U.S. has finally entered the First World War<\/strong> and schedules the first draft lottery. No one in Boynton, Oklahoma, is unaffected by the clash between rabid pro-war, anti-immigrant \u201cpatriots\u201d and anti-conscription socialists who are threatening an uprising rather than submit to the draft.
\nAlafair Tucker is caught in the middle when her brother, a union organizer for the Industrial Workers of the World, pays her a visit. Rob Gunn is fresh out of an internment camp for participants in an Arizona miners\u2019 strike. He assures Alafair that he\u2019s only come to visit family, but she\u2019s not so sure. More unsettling, Alafair\u2019s eldest son enlists, and a group calling themselves the \u201cKnights of Liberty\u201d vandalizes the farm of Alafair\u2019s German-born son-in-law.
\nAlfafair\u2019s younger son, 16-year-old Charlie, is wildly patriotic and horrified by his socialist uncle. With his father\u2019s permission Charlie takes a part-time war job at the Francis Vitric Brick Company. Soon several suspicious machine breakdowns delay production, and a couple of shift supervisors are murdered. Everyone in town suspects sabotage, some blaming German spies, some blaming the unionists and socialists. But Charlie Tucker is sure he knows who the culprit is and comes up with a plan to catch him red-handed.
\nAnd then there is old Nick, a mysterious guy in a bowler hat who\u2019s been hanging around town.<\/p>\n

Read an Excerpt from All Men Fear Me<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

July 1917<\/strong><\/p>\n

Somebody Is Going to Get Killed<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chapter 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cThe world must be made safe for democracy.\u201d<\/p>\n

President Woodrow Wilson, April 2, 1917<\/p>\n

Old Nick had been following the traveler ever since he left the detention camp back in New Mexico. It wasn\u2019t that the traveler made a particularly appealing target himself, but everywhere this fellow went, trouble followed in his wake. And trouble was Nick\u2019s food and drink.<\/p>\n

The minute President Wilson had asked Congress to get the country involved in the endless blood-soaked war going on in Europe, Nick had smelled the ugly stench of hysteria and reached for his tool kit. His blades were sharp and his armaments were oiled and ready. Discord had been sown far and wide and Nick had had plenty of work to keep him happy.<\/p>\n

The miner\u2019s strike down in Arizona had drawn old Nick like a fly to manure, and he had been so busy maintaining disorder that at first he hadn\u2019t noticed the slender man in the thick of it all. The traveler was of middle-height, and lightly built, his appearance unremarkable, except for a russet beard liberally streaked with gray, and sharp dark eyes.<\/p>\n

On a morning in early July, Nick joined the armed posse that roused the striking miners from their beds, and helped cram them into twenty-three sweltering cattle cars to deport the troublemakers out of Arizona. Nick enthusiastically arrested anyone who looked like a miner and a couple of men who didn\u2019t, and helped himself to some of their property along the way. He volunteered to man the machine gun guarding the deportees and spent the entire trip to New Mexcio basking in the miners\u2019 fear and fury as they were carried to their unknown fate. By the time they reached the barbed wire camps in New Mexico, the ardor of most of the detainees had flickered and waned. But the bearded traveler\u2019s fire of determination burned bright as ever. This one would go his own way until the end, and Nick knew that whenever a man\u2019s beliefs rubbed against the grain, sparks were bound to fly.<\/p>\n

A few days later, as soon as his union lawyer got him sprung from internment, the traveler had headed straight for the train station at Hermanas and bought a ticket for Muskogee, Oklahoma. The strike was broken, and most of the strikers were broken as well. Nick knew there was little work left for him in the camp. So he scratched the little white scar beside his eye, set his bowler hat upon his head, and boarded the train behind the traveler. He knew the traveler wasn\u2019t going to notice him. No one ever noticed old Nick. Especially not a man whose eyes were blinded by the fire of true belief.<\/p>\n

Chapter 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cIf there should be disloyalty, it will be dealt with a firm hand of repression.\u201d<\/p>\n

President Woodrow Wilson, April 2, 1917<\/p>\n

The traveler stood at the head of the alley and watched the ruckus for a long time, trying to decide whether or not to get involved. He thought not. He had just been passing by on his way from the hotel to the Muskogee train station when he heard the commotion and stopped to take a look. He wished he hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

It was barely light and the sun not even up and he wasn\u2019t in the mood for a fight. He didn\u2019t much like the idea of two ganging up against one, but the blond-haired youngster seemed to be holding his own all right. Besides, it wasn\u2019t any of his business.<\/p>\n

He had had enough strife to last him a while, and he expected he\u2019d have a passel more before much longer, so he didn\u2019t see any reason to borrow trouble if he didn\u2019t have to. He had a train to catch. He was just about to move on when the fat brawler got the young man down on the bricks and started pummeling him around the head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn Red!\u201d the fat man hollered. His skinny companion grabbed up a length of board from the end of the alley and headed over to finish the job.<\/p>\n

The traveler sighed. He unslung his rucksack from his shoulder, pulled his little blackjack out of his back pocket, and waded in.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t take much to break it up. One good slap with the cosh on the fat man\u2019s shoulder and that was that. That was generally the way with bullies. They didn\u2019t pause to figure out who had decided to even the odds, or why. One good howl from the fat one and the skinny one dropped his board and was gone before the traveler even got a good look at him. It took a little longer for the fat man to haul himself up and skedaddle. Still, he moved pretty well for a fellow of his size.<\/p>\n

The blond youth lay where his attacker left him, face down on the bricks with his hands clasped over his head. The traveler nudged him in the side with his toe.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re gone, hotshot. You can get up now.\u201d The traveler\u2019s voice bubbled with humor. Or maybe it was relief. It was not often that he managed to get out of a shindy without so much as a bruise.<\/p>\n

The kid\u2019s head turned just enough to enable him to peer at his rescuer out of one rapidly swelling blue eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet up, boy,\u201d the traveler repeated. \u201cLet\u2019s have a look at you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man pulled one leg up, then the other, and raised himself onto his hands and knees. He grabbed the traveler\u2019s proffered hand and stood. The traveler sucked air through his teeth. The youngster was much the worse for wear.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour face looks like you got yourself caught in a meat grinder, kiddo. It\u2019s lucky I come along when I did. You expect you\u2019ve got any broken bones or busted insides that will require the services of a doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man patted himself down and took stock of his wounds before answering. He was a little hard to understand because of the split lip. \u201cI reckon I got a bruised rib, here, and my eye hurts, but I don\u2019t think anything is broke.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like them fellows had quite a bone to pick with you. What did you do to rile them up so?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey took issue with something I said.\u201d<\/p>\n

One reddish eyebrow lifted. \u201cI reckon. Did you disrespect the fat feller\u2019s mama?\u201d<\/p>\n

The youth studied the older man out his rapidly purpling eyes, reluctant to answer.<\/p>\n

The traveler slipped the blackjack back into his pocket and crossed his arms. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, towhead. I got no quarrel with a man\u2019s politics or his ancestry neither. You say something against the war? Or do you just have a German name?\u201d<\/p>\n

An ironic smile attempted to form on the bloodied lips. \u201cNeither. I\u2019m just plain Henry Blackwood. I met them two at the diner yonder while I was having a bite before my train come. When we left, we were walking the same direction, toward the station, just having a chat about this and that when I said that I kind of wish this war would get over quick because I didn\u2019t think the Germans are our natural enemies and I\u2019m sorry we\u2019ve got into a scrape with them.. They took exception and thought to correct my faulty reasoning with their knuckles.\u201d<\/p>\n

The traveler did not look amused. He fished a white handkerchief out of his vest pocket and handed it to his companion. \u201cThat kind of talk can get you killed these days, boyo, or at the least, thrown in jail. Unless you\u2019re willing to die for a currently unpopular principle, I\u2019d advise that for the duration you keep your opinions to yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Henry dabbed at the worst of the cuts on his face. \u201cYessir, I expect I\u2019ve learned my lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look pretty well grown. How old are you? Twenty-three, twenty-four? How come you ain\u2019t in the Army? You waiting to see if your number comes up in the draft next week?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tried to join up back in April. They wouldn\u2019t let me. I got the asthma. I went ahead and registered last month, though. If I get rejected again, I may try the Navy come spring. I have no desire to get killed in a war, but better to do my duty than to go to prison for draft-dodging. Especially if them two represent present public opinion.\u201d He handed the bloody handkerchief back to the man. \u201cThank you for saving me. I reckon if I hustle I can still make my train.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you\u2019d better make a detour to the station washroom and clean yourself up before you present yourself to the stationmaster. They\u2019re like to not let you on the train looking like you just got trampled by an elephant.\u201d The traveler picked up his backpack and the two men headed back out to the street. Henry limped for half block, but his gait had straightened out by the time they approached the railway station.<\/p>\n

\u201cI appreciate your help, Mister, but you don\u2019t need to walk me all the way in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI ain\u2019t, sport. I\u2019m heading out on the six a.m. eastbound myself. Where are you off to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just going up the way a bit. I came up from Texas yesterday. I\u2019m going to live with my uncle for a spell. He\u2019s got me a job at the brick plant in Boynton.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time both the man\u2019s russet eyebrows shot upward. \u201cWell, I\u2019ll be go to hell. Boynton is my destination as well.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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