Pancho & Lefty Part 1

By Stephen Shypitka

Misfits. Outlaws. Lovers?
Where the gloss of gay meets true grit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Shypitka
• Release date: Apr 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005959548

Stephen Shypitka

Stephen's eBooks have sold across 4 continents in Australia, Canada, Denmark, France, Germany, Jamaica, Netherlands, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Switzerland the UK and the US. His online success has allowed his work to be noticed, read and savoured with his fiction for our times that turns heads, crosses genres and connects us all. Stephen was born in British Columbia, Canada an alumnus of USC film school in Los Angeles, he has taught the craft and loves to travel.

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Pancho & Lefty

By Stephen Shypitka

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© 2021 Stephen Shypitka

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Dedication

For Danny

CONTENTS PART I

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

About The Author

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Pancho & Lefty

Prologue

The violins rose to a flash of brown hands strumming a classical guitar. Across some broken Spanish steps, a Mariachi band playing Towne’s song.

Livin on the road my friend / Is gonna keep you free and clean And now you wear your skin like iron / And your breath is hard as kerosene /

Silver tipped ends of a collar. A singer dressed all in black. Fitted embroidered shirt. Bolo tie, cowboy buttons and boots. Complete with a belt buckle of a broncing buck flashed, down to his silver spurs. All pressed bright as if newly minted from fresh Comstock silver. His Bolero hung low as he raised his head, one part storyteller, one part spectre, singing on a lonely stretch of Arizona road as if indeed, he were a mirage.

Weren't your momma's only boy / But her favourite one it seemed / She began to cry when you said good-bye /

Old chromatic photos. Lefty as a southern boy. Flashed forward as he quickly grew up. Laughing, Lefty a twinkle in his eye, optimistic, sitting on the passenger side of a Saleen Mustang. Enjoying the good times.

Lefty, kissing her good-bye. His momma.

Sank into your dreams /

A trail of dust shooting up behind him, a muscle car flickering in the distance from the heat of the day. The sound of its distant engine revving like