So, pally, you want to know what’s really going on? Well you’ve come to the right joint. Loosen your grip on that Chicago typewriter and take a gander at what’s coming your way. When’s the party starting? Soon, ya mook. Soon.
My name? Gunn. Grace Gunn, Private Investigator. Just a dame trying to make her mark in the White City.
This time of year the city should be white, but the strange wind blowing is putting things a little on the warm side. That same wind is kicking up some mysterious whispers from the shadows to boot.
I spent a lot of my childhood with my Grams, Victoria. She would tell me stories of the wild west; of magic, monsters and the men that meted out justice. I always felt like I was reading a dime novel the way she told her stories. Got the feeling that she had witnessed these stories first hand but she couldn’t have could she? Magic and mystery and the West being Wild and Weird?
Much to my parent’s dismay, Grams taught me how to shoot, how to track down clues and not take guff from anyone. Those skills have served me well.
And there’s something not right in the Windy city these days as the threat of the Alleycat Killer has everyone on edge and jumping at shadows. Maybe the weirdness Grams told me about has found isn’t so weird after all and it’s found a new home in the city I call home. You can bet whatever it has in store I’ll be here, doing my best to protect my home and family.
Who is Tommy “Bam-Bam” Prue? That’s a question he’s been asking himself a lot lately. He used to know the answer before life hit him upside the head, put a slug in his chest, and fitted him for Iron Bars for the Big House.
To understand Tommy you only have to look at the bruises life gave him, then you’ll understand it only makes since that Tommy developed a strong faith, picked himself up and started throwing punches back at the world.
Boxing. Throwing punches in the ring for his glitz and glamour seeking single mother and for his greedy self serving manager, Beetle. Out of the ring, landing blows for a crime boss as an enforcer. The latter got him shot by one fiery broad named Grace Gunn and sent up the river for a stint.
Now that Tommy is back out in the world, Grace is the only one that seems to care about him being straight and narrow. Everybody else wants a piece of him to grind up, but Tommy’s faith keeps him swinging, that and his search . . .
In this issue… well, I suppose
you’ve been a might curious as to what is happening with Porter
Holt. Well, no more need to wait, though I reckon there will be
questions when we get to the end of this issue.
No sense in going on about it. It’s time to see where he’s at…
In this issue, Joshua continues to
visit the saloons in the town he finds himself in and was about to
find out what was on the portrait carried by the mysterious stranger.
A stranger, who seems to recognize the gunslinger by all accounts.
What’s really going on here? We’re about to find out, so let’s see where he’s at…