Stray Dogs

"It’s the heat that makes you crazy. I don’t know what it is, but it works that way for man and animal alike. I’ve seen some peculiar things on a hot day too. I’ve seen a scorpion sting itself to death. It just keeps drivin’ its tail into its body again and again. A little killer killing itself. And what a man’ll do on a hot day. A man could get his self killed just for rubbing shoulders with another… ."

A loner, a drifter, a gambler—John Stewart asks little of life. But when his ’64 Mustang busts a radiator hose in the middle of the empty Nevada desert, he prays to God, Buddha, L. Ron. And rolls into the tiny town of Sierra. Where he finds … nothing. A gas station whose former owner is lying low in the cemetery. A strip of barren, dust-blown store fronts. A truck stop cafe with more flies than customers.

Stewart wants out. Sucker-punched in a rigged poker game, he’s got to get to Vegas to settle a debt. Or else.

Then in walks Grace, a seductive knockout who can read fortunes in faces. In the next twenty-four hours, Stewart becomes ensnared in a web of dirty double-crosses, cold propositions, and desperate souls—deadly ground where murder is just one gasp away.

A stunning, fast-paced novel, Stray Dogs unfolds with unrelenting tension, memorable characters, and shocking twists of plot. John Ridley has created a hypnotic story that is pure noir, from its first page until its shattering climax.