There are times when the truth invites evil, and there are times when the truth can get you killed. Few residents in the secluded mountain-town of Winston, Colorado, have kind words to say about local troublemaker Sean Coleman. He's a bully, a drunk, and a crime-show addicted armchair detective with an overactive imagination. After a night of poor judgment, Sean finds himself the sole witness to the unusual suicide of a mysterious stranger. With the body whisked away in the chilling rapids of a raging river, no one believes Sean's account. When his claim is met with doubt and mockery from the people of Winston, Sean embarks on a far-reaching crusade that takes him across the country in search of the dead man's identity and personal vindication. He hopes to find redemption and the truth---but sometimes the truth is better left unknown.
A lifelong Coloradoan, along with his wife and two children, John Daly graduated from the University of Northern Colorado with a degree in business administration and computer information systems.
With a thirst for creative expression that went beyond the logic and absolutes of computer programming, John developed an interest in writing.
He currently writes political, cultural, and media analysis columns for a national news website.
One of my favorite television shows growing up was The Wild Wild West. The clever, action-packed show featured actor Robert Conrad as U.S. Secret Service agent, James West. I admired Conrad's physicality in the role. The choreographed fight scenes he was part of were well ahead of their time, and the gadgets he used to escape dangerous predicaments were one of the show's hallmarks. The most famous of those gadgets was a sleeve gun that propelled a small, concealed spring-loaded pistol into West's hand on command. I decided to pay homage to that device (and the show) in two chapters of From a Dead Sleep.
From a Dead Sleep
I poke my head up over Alvar’s shoulder and see Tony again bouncing around like an imbecile, now pointing to the bloodied, lifeless corpse of the rabbit. When Alvar turns back to us to take a bow for his performance, I spot a small, toy-like gun poking its muzzle out from under his jacket sleeve. Frank snickers at the sight of it and asks to take a closer look at the weapon, but Alvar shakes his head in rejection. The magician’s not revealing how his trick was pulled off.