One man's intricate ring becomes another's folly in this short strange tale of a dead man who was unable to rest in peace.High Art is a darkly humorous tale of revenge in the style of The Cask of Amontillado.Included with High Art is a preview of my first novel, Deer Lake, available as of February, 2012.

Frank usually treats his female riding partners pretty good, but when his latest gets t-boned by a left-turner, he has to dig deep within to care for her while she recovers in ICU. This title has been expanded and re-published as "One More Time".

Frank Ross is headed down Mexico way, but first he has to escape from the high desert and the clutches of a sweet-talking, nimble little thing that has spun her web and led Frank down the road to good intentions gone bad. Following a trial by fire, Frank manages to get back on the road, but not before narrowly escaping a damsel in much distress when he refuses to take her along for the ride.

When Russell finally accepts that he has escaped the purging of humanity from the city, he hunkers down in an abandoned house in a suburb far from the city’s center. In the mess left behind, managing for his day-to-day needs occupies every waking hour. When he encounters another human being doing the same, he sets out to discover who it is that is trapped in a situation not dissimilar to his own.

Frank is on the road, hitting all the high spots (or the low spots, depending on your point of view). These short stories find him at a peeler bar off the 15 in Montana; encountering a hitch-hiker off the 10 in New Mexico; being sweet-talked by his landlady; romancing a truck-driving sweetheart in a sleeper at a California truck stop; flirting with a waitress in a restaurant in the high desert. Frank’s weakness for dark-haired, dark-eyed women is often his downfall, but this time he’s just enjoying what life has to offer while he’s on the road.

Frank Ross spent the winter on the Baja riding his motorcycle under sunshine and blue skies. Now it’s spring and he’s headed home, but bad luck encountered in a casino parking lot means that he’s stuck waiting for parts in a small, isolated town on the west side of the Salton Sea just 70 miles north of the Mexican border. With nothing to do but kill time, Frank accepts an invitation for a home-cooked meal. Before he knows it, he's knee-deep in cartel drugs with a woman itching to pull the trigger on the gun she has pointed at his back.