If it hadn’t been for the ferret attack, we never would’ve gotten busted. This was supposed to be a real easy in-and-out kind of thing and the day had started off fine enough. We left Carson City at 6 a.m. and made good time so when we reached Pahrump I begged Pete to stop at the Golden Nugget for a few pops, but he just floored it. “Banjo,” he said, “Smoke a cigarette and shut it. We’ve got a whorehouse to get to.”

Short fiction published in Revolver on July 30, 2013. Read it here.