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Leonard is still nursing the injuries he sustained in the duo's last wild undertaking when he learns that his Uncle Chester has passed. Hap is of course going to be there for his best friend, and when the two are cleaning up Uncle Chester's dilapidated house, they uncover a dark little secret beneath the house's rotting floor boards—a small skeleton buried in a trunk.
Hap wants to call the police. Leonard, being a black man in east Texas, persuades him this is not a good idea, and together they set out to clear Chester's name on their own. The only things standing in their way is a houseful of felons, a vicious killer, and possibly themselves. The following ISBNs are associated with this title:.
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Joe R. Lansdale is the author of over thirty novels and numerous short stories. His work has appeared in national anthologies, magazines, and collections, as well as numerous foreign publications.
‘Hap and Leonard’ Season 2 Review: “Mucho Mojo” Tells a Bold, Southern-Fried Mystery
He has written for comics, television, film, newspapers, and Internet sites. His work has been collected in eighteen short-story collections Select Parent Grandparent Teacher Kid at heart. Age of the child I gave this to:. Hours of Play:. Tell Us Where You Are:. Preview Your Review. Thank you. Your review has been submitted and will appear here shortly. Joe Lansdale is one of my favourite writers. He has a wonderful storytelling ability and a keen sense of humour.
Hap and Leonard series have quirky well written characters and Hap's and Leonard's friendship is always at the center of their adventures and is often the reason that they become involved with some of the outlandish and ill planned schemes. Date published: Extra Content. Read from the Book 1.
It was July and hot and I was putting out sticks and not thinking one whit about murder. All the other rose-field jobs are bad, the budding, the digging, but putting out sticks, that's the job they give sinners in Hell.
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- Mucho Mojo.
You do sticks come dead of summer. Way it works is they give you this fistful of bud wood, and you take that and sigh and turn and look down the length of the field, which goes on from where you are to some place east of China, and you gird your loins, bend over, and poke those sticks in the rows a bit apart. You don't lift up if you don't have to, 'cause otherwise you'll never finish.
You keep your back bent and you keep on poking, right on down that dusty row, hoping eventually it'll play out, though it never seems to, and of course that East Texas sun, which by A. So I was out there playing with my sticks, thinking the usual thoughts about ice tea and sweet, willing women, when the Walking Boss came up and tapped me on the shoulder.
I thought maybe it was water break, but when I looked up he jerked a thumb toward the end of the field, said, "Hap, Leonard's here. I poked in the last stick from my bundle, eased my back straight, and started down the center of the long dusty row, passing the bent, sweaty backs of the others as I went. I could see Leonard at the far end of the field, leaning on his cane. From that distance, he looked as if he were made of pipe cleaners and doll clothes. His raisin-black face was turned in my direction and a heat wave jumped off of it and vibrated in the bright light and dust from the field swirled momentarily in the wave and settled slowly.
When Leonard saw I was looking in his direction, his hand flew up like a grackle taking flight. Vernon Lacy, my field boss, known affectionately to me as the Old Bastard though he was my age, decked out in starched white shirt, white pants, and tan pith helmet, saw me coming too. He came alongside Leonard and looked at me and made a slow and deliberate mark in his little composition book. Docking my time, of course. When I got to the end of the row, which only took a little less time than a trek across Egypt on a dead camel, I was dust covered and tired from trudging in the soft dirt.
Leonard grinned, said, "Just wanted to know if you could loan me fifty cents. Lacy swallowed and walked away and didn't look back. Now tell me it isn't fifty cents you want. When we arrived at Leonard's place, we got an ice chest and filled it with the ice and the beer and carried it out to the front porch. Leonard, like myself, didn't have air-conditioning, and the front porch was as cool a spot as we could find, unless we went down to the creek and laid in it.
Mucho Mojo (Hap and Leonard, #2) by Joe R. Lansdale
We eased into the rickety porch swing and sat the ice chest between us. While Leonard moved the swing with his good leg, I popped us a couple. Been dead two or three days. Heart attack. They got him at the LaBorde Funeral Home, pumped full of juice. Is he trying to get my attention? You don't see many that fat. How come mockingbirds don't normally get fat. Thought I might write a paper on it. I always thought they were ugly, but he thought they were the grandest things in the world. He used to call me his little mockingbird when I was a kid because I mocked him and everybody else.
I see one, I think of him. Hokey, huh? I focused my eyes on the floorboards at the edge of the porch, watched as a hot horsefly staggered on its disease-laden legs, trying to make the little bit of shade the porch roof provided. The fly faltered and stopped. Heatstroke, I figured.
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