Okay, so you’ve guessed that I don’t blog much. I get so caught up in that other thing…writing…that I don’t have a whole lot of time left over to indulge myself on this self-love site. Regardless, I spent a little time updating a few things like, stories that have recently been published online, and books that are now available. So There. I wouldn’t call it a blog but it’s something.
Tags: Anthology, Chris Leek, Gloves Off, Near To The Knuckle, Panowich, Ryan Sales, shazbot, The Warm Machine, zelmer pulp
The outstanding team of Craig Douglas, and Darren Sant over at NEAR TO THE KNUCKLE have released their flagship anthology today titled, GLOVES OFF. The TOC includes a metric shit-ton of hot-as-fuck hard boiled writers from around the globe…and me. In fact, the book features stories from not one, not two, but THREE founding members of the extreme fiction brain-trust ZELMER PULP. My boys, Ryan Sayles, and Chris Leek bring their A game to an already stellar line up of word slingers. As we say around the office, Hammer down! or Shazbot mother fuckers. ZELMER in the house.
My story in GLOVES OFF is called SOMEBODY’S DAUGHTER and it ties up a loose end from my first novel ( in it’s second draft as I type this ) A WARM MACHINE. The character of Emmett Cobb was only supposed to be a side note to the story, but as I wrote him, he got bigger and bigger, until I found myself creating scenes just for him. He’s my Daryl Dixon. So consider Somebody’s daughter a primer for the what’s to come.
This book couldn’t have come at a better time, as ZELMER PULP prepares to release our second offering to the world within the next few days. HEY, THAT ROBOT ATE MY BABY! VOL. 1 is almost here, with grade-A work from the whole ZELMER team, as well as a gorgeous fully painted digital cover from my main motherfucka’ Chuck Regan.
I’ll have a review of GLOVES OFF up as soon as I finish it. But don’t take my word for it, just go spend the 2 bucks and you can thank me for it later.
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By Brian Panowich
“Gold Cross Unit 26, respond to a seizure at forty four Newbury Ct.”
“That’s us Phillip, let’s go.”
“ 26, be advised the patient is a juvenile. Respond on EMS tac one.”
“Step it up Phil, it’s a kid.”
Andre flipped on the emergency lights and siren, and grabbed the radio.
Phillip pulled a U-turn across the four-lane highway, pushing the ambulance toward their latest call. The evening had started out slow, but over the last few hours, every available box in the street was in route to something. Looks like it was going to be one of those nights.
“Newbury is right off Pepperidge, we should be there in no time.”
Phillip nodded and weaved the truck through the traffic.
Andre grabbed the radio again when they arrived at the residence.
“Dispatch, 26 is on the scene, forty four Newbury Court.”
The two Paramedics were barely out of the truck before the front door of the residence burst open. A tall shaggy headed young man carrying a smaller kid met them in the yard.
“He just started freaking out. I can’t snap him out of it.”
“Calm down sir,” Andre said, “Can you tell me some history on him? Does he have any medical conditions?”
“No, man, nothing. I don’t know what’s happening.”
“What’s his name?”
How old is he?”
Andre pulled out his penlight and shined it into the boy’s eyes, lifting his eyelids to see his pupils.
“Damn, he’s burning up. How long has he had this fever?”
“I don’t know.” The older kid said. “I came home and found him laying on the floor like this.”
“How long ago?”
“Maybe ten minutes ago. I called 911 as soon as I found him.”
Andre motioned to Phillip to get the stretcher, and took the boy from the young man.
“Is the mother here?”
“No. She comes and goes. I’m his brother, we kind of just take care of each other.”
“Well, listen to me. Your brother’s fever is life threatening and we’re going to take him to the hospital, do you have a way to reach your Mom?”
“What’s wrong with him.” The older boy was starting to lose it. Tears were beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes.
“Does your brother do any drugs?”
“What? no. Hell no! He’s a good kid.”
“I have to ask. At this point it could be anything, but we need to get him to the ER as soon as possible.”
Andre and Phillip loaded Bobby’s shivering lanky frame onto the stretcher and packed him into the back of the ambulance.
“I’ll run a line on him and hook up the monitor.” Phillip said.
“No, I got it. You just get us to University. High flow diesel.”
Phillip acknowledged and hopped behind the wheel. Andre turned back to Bobby’s brother who was staring through the open back door of the ambulance in horror.
“We got him.” Andre said. “You can follow us to University, but don’t speed. And call your mother.” With that, he slammed the door and Med Unit 26 headed out with a fury.
“Dammit, I can’t hold him still enough to get a stick. I’m going to have to restrain him.”
“Be careful back there ‘Dre, you don’t know what that kid is on.”
“I can handle it, just haul ass. This poor kid is circling the drain.”
The kid was on fire and the convulsions were getting worse. Andre was struggling to get him restrained when the boy slacked and went still. Andre looked at the monitor with the familiar dread every Paramedic knows all too well.
“Fuck me, Phillip he’s flat-lining! Goddamn it, how far out are we?”
“Five minute ETA.”
Andre put two fingers on Bobby’s still throat. Nothing. No Pulse. He put his ear to the boy’s bluing lips. Nothing.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,”
Andre straddled the boy and started compressions. Pushing hard and deep while trying to keep his balance in the speeding ambulance.
“Get on the horn, Phillip, let them know we’re coming in hot.”
Phillip grabbed the radio.
“Med 26 to university.”
“Go ahead 26.”
“We’ve got a full code coming to you. Fifteen-year-old male. CPR in progress. Two minute ETA.”
“Received 26, we’ll have a team in place.”
“Holy shit, Phillip!” Andre yelled. “I got him back! Brother, I got him back!”
Bobby was starting to stir underneath Andre and the movement washed the Paramedic with relief. This kid wasn’t going to die on his watch. He reached down to the boy’s jugular to feel for a pulse but Bobby’s head twisted back and forth making it impossible.
“Is he stable?” Phillip yelled back.
“Hell yeah! I can barely keep him on the stretcher.”
“What are his vitals? I’ll radio ahead.”
“I don’t know. The monitor must be broken. It’s still showing a flat line.”
“Well fuck it, we’re here.”
Phillip wheeled the ambulance up the tarmac and a team of Nurses popped open the back doors. They unloaded the writhing, growling teen and rushed him inside. One of the Doctors looked confused.
“I thought you said this was a code?”
“It was.” Andre said. “We got him back.”
“I would say so.” The doctor said watching the group of nurses and orderly’s struggle to keep the boy restrained.
Phillip finished his verbal report to the counter nurse with the little bit of information they had on the kid, stripped the sheets off the stretcher, and wheeled it back outside to the truck. Andre was sitting on the bumper.
“Good job back there man. You saved a life today.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Hey man, are you alright? You look like shit.”
“All of a sudden I feel like shit too. And look at this.”
Andre lifted his arm to show his partner a small wound on the underside of his left bicep.
“I think that fucker bit me.”
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Tags: bad mother fucker, Brian Panowich, bullets and crank, Coming Down The Mountain, Hatfields & McCoys, Hillbilly, If I Ever Get Off This Mountain, Michelle Phieffer, noir, North Georgia, Out of the Gutter Online, rural noir, Shotgun Honey, The Godfather
I have a pair of sister stories out there in the ether on 2 separate esteemed crime fiction websites. They tell the grimy tale of family, blood, drugs, and guns from two different sides. With the help of some outstanding pillars of the noir community, I was able to have both stories published simultaneously, which is madly badass.
I’ve had a few bugs put in my ear about turning this into a full scale novel, a generational tale that is equal parts, Hatfields & McCoys, and The Godfather. A criminal empire built on the red clay mountains of North Georgia where the whores look nothing like Michelle Phieffer, and the double-wide garden tubs are full of bullets and crank.
In the mean time, here’s the tip of the Iceberg.
First, read “If I Ever Get Off This Mountain” at Shotgun Honey: http://www.shotgunhoney.net/2012/10/if-i-ever-get-off-this-mountain-by-brian-panowich.html
Then, read “Coming Down The Mountain” at Out of the Gutter Online:http://www.outofthegutteronline.com/2012/10/coming-down-mountain.html
My story Firewater, about a bastard sheriff that can’t outrun his own demons is in the new Anthology from Crowded Quarantine press titled: Tales For The Toilet. ( It’s a Readers Digest of the weird meant to be consumed on the shitter.) It just dropped today….see what I did there? and you can find it here
The book was edited by the multi talented Adam Millard and I’m incredibly grateful to be included.
Tags: Anthology, bad mother fucker, Brian Panowich, Harmon Brown, Legends Of The Monster Hunter series, Miles Boothe, monster, Panowich, Pill Hill Press, RED DECEMBER, USE ENOUGH GUN
I was interviewed by the prolific Miles Boothe over at his website today in regards to the upcoming Pill Hill Press Anthology: USE ENOUGH GUN, The third in the Legends Of The Monster Hunter series. My story RED DECEMBER 1879 is featured and stars my half breed bad motherfucker monster killer, Harmon Brown. We talk about all kinds of silly shit in the interview, check it out here.