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    The Pulptress
    The Pulptress
    The Pulptress
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    The Pulptress

    By Pro Se Press

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    She appears, an enigma, a guardian angel in a mask and fedora, her past shrouded in mystery. Where did she come from? What secrets in her past drove her to become a crusader for justice? Who is The Pulptress? The Pulptress, the masked woman of mystery, makes her debut on the New Pulp scene in a collection of stories sure to thrill and amaze you. Leading off with an introduction by The Pulptress' creator, Tommy Hancock, this collection features stories by Terry Alexander, Ron Fortier, Erwin K. Roberts, Andrea Judy, and Tommy Hancock! With a fantastic cover by Mitch Foust and beautiful design work by Sean Ali, this collection is a must have! It's time You met The First Lady of New Pulp! The Pulptress! From Pro Se Productions!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPro Se Press
    Release dateJun 20, 2012
    ISBN9781476468730
    The Pulptress
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    Pro Se Press

    Based in Batesville, Arkansas, Pro Se Productions has become a leader on the cutting edge of New Pulp Fiction in a very short time.Pulp Fiction, known by many names and identified as being action/adventure, fast paced, hero versus villain, over the top characters and tight, yet extravagant plots, is experiencing a resurgence like never before. And Pro Se Press is a major part of the revival, one of the reasons that New Pulp is growing by leaps and bounds.

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      The Pulptress - Pro Se Press

      THE PULPTRESS

      Copyright © 2012 Pro Se Productions

      Published by Pro Se Press at Smashwords

      The stories in this publication are fictional. All of the characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing of the publisher.

      Edited by – Tommy Hancock

      Editor in Chief, Pro Se Productions - Tommy Hancock

      Submissions Editor - Barry Reese

      Publisher & Pro Se Productions, LLC Chief Execuitive Officer - Fuller Bumpers

      Pro Se Productions, LLC

      133 1/2 Broad Street

      Batesville, AR, 72501

      870-834-4022

      proseproductions@earthlink.net

      www.proseproductions.com

      Under the Fedora, Behind the Mask and Black Mask, Big City copyright © 2012 Tommy Hancock

      The Portrait copyright © 2012 Terry Alexander

      Butcher’s Festival copyright © 2012 Ron Fortier

      Voice to a New Generation copyright © 2012 Erwin K. Roberts

      The Bone Queen copyright © 2012 Andrea Judy

      Front Cover Art by Mitch Foust

      Cover Format and Logos by Sean E. Ali

      Print Version Formatting by Matt Moring

      E-book Formatting by Russ Anderson

      The Pulptress created by Tommy Hancock

      The Voice created by Erwin K. Roberts

      Dillon created by Derrick Ferguson

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      INTRODUCTION: UNDER THE FEDORA, BEHIND THE MASK

      by Tommy Hancock

      BLACK MASK, BIG CITY

      by Tommy Hancock

      THE PORTRAIT

      by Terry Alexander

      BUTCHER’S FESTIVAL

      by Ron Fortier

      VOICE TO A NEW GENERATION

      by Erwin K. Roberts

      THE BONE QUEEN

      by Andrea Judy

      UNDER THE FEDORA, BEHIND THE MASK

      An Introduction to the Pulptress

      by Tommy Hancock

      Bringing stories to life is what a writer does. In New Pulp we do it with a few more gun battles, explosions, and dire situations, mingling in just the right amount of fisticuffs, than writers in other fields might, but still, stringing one word after another to create a whole new world for readers to live and die in alongside the characters is what it’s all about.

      It’s really neat when stories come out of that ambiguous place where fact and fiction sometimes converge.

      In your hands you hold the first of what we truly hope will be many adventures of a brand new character- The Pulptress! Although there are several other female heroines both from Classic and New Pulp, The Pulptress is a jewel with her own sparkle in a few ways. And two of them have to do with her origin stories.

      Yes, I said ‘stories’. Let’s address the one hinted at within these pages. The child of the two greatest Heroes in Pulp History (identities not revealed here or anywhere else- yes, I know, we’re just evil that way), The Pulptress is the living continuation of their legacy. Orphaned as a baby, The Pulptress was, by prior arrangement of her parents, taken in and raised throughout her entire life by a plethora of Pulp legends and icons, Heroes in every sense of the word, training her to be the best at every skill they possessed and more. Readying her to be the world’s ultimate Hero were the day that was needed ever to come. And although such a dire day has not yet arrived, The Pulptress finds plenty of nefarious plots, criminal undertakings, and madcap maniacal adventures to keep her busy. As you will most definitely find out as you read on.

      But then there’s her other origin story. The concept for The Pulptress was actually not one slated for fictional adventure initially. No, she was a marketing tool, a mascot of sorts, of the best sorts, for Pro Se Productions as well as the entire New Pulp Movement. Being a force behind both of those, I wanted something, someone to be associated with all the great work that was being produced in New Pulp and my own company as well. But this couldn’t just be any someone. How could a character with a single facet, draped in just one genre, represent the kaleidoscope that is New Pulp? The answer was obvious, so in designing the character, I had an eye out for a young lady who was simultaneously extremely attractive, yet had that innate ability to sort of blend in to wherever she was, a skill The Pulptress would need.

      Fortunately, I found just such a damsel within my own ranks and with the addition of a snappy fedora and a domino mask, The Pulptress was literally born full grown and ready to entertain fans at the first Pulp Ark (New Pulp’s official Convention) in 2011. She debuted her first day in what has become her trademark look, the outfit that adorns the cover of this book, but on the second day of the convention, only the mask and the lady behind it were the same. She came in that day fully decked out as her western Cowgirl heroine persona. Yup, The Pulptress is one woman, but due to the training and influences throughout her life, she has many looks, can affect many personalities, and therefore can meet any challenge daring, intrepid writers might fling her into.

      This last fact is a good thing with the lineup we’ve put together for The Pulptress’ first foray into fiction. The diversity which is The Pulptress herself demanded that the authors charged with bringing her to life exhibit variety as well. With a lead story by yours truly, we bring to bear the formidable talents of Ron Fortier, Terry Alexander, Andrea Judy, and Erwin K. Roberts on the further adventures of our leading lady. Each writer brings their own unique touch, not only to The Pulptress herself, but also to the genre the story slides into. All plainly Pulp, each tale displays a different aspect of our mystery lady, adding to her story, but also deepening the shadows about her at the same time. Just what a good Pulp tale should do.

      So often the focus on books is on the writers and that, being one of them for this collection, is as it should be, but just as The Pulptress represents so many characteristics of New Pulp rolled into one, so should the book and stories she appears in. The fantastic cover by Mitch Foust captures not only the true physical beauty and striking appearance of the real life Pulptress, but also imbues the character with a mix of mystery and mirth that is exactly what makes this concept’s heart beat. The wonderful design work of Sean Ali adds so many levels to the presentation of this volume, bringing forth shades of the past and present with just a choice of font or logo, a skill so few wield as well as Sean.

      And lastly, but not least, the fact that The Pulptress is not the only New Pulp hero to grace these pages must be mentioned. Thanks to Ron Fortier, Erwin K. Roberts, and Derrick Ferguson for lending their creations (in order of author- Brother Bones, The Voice, and Dillon) to this first collection of this new creation. Not only do we get to enjoy adventures of some New Pulp favorites, but it really adds to the whole package of what The Pulptress is- The best of New Pulp all rolled into one awesome lady.

      Tommy Hancock

      June 11, 2012

      BLACK MASK, BIG CITY

      by Tommy Hancock

      Too public if you ask me. The short heavy bellied man ran his sausage like digits through what few strands of greasy black hair clung to his splotched pate. His dull green eyes never wavered from their predetermined target, that being the monolithic oaken door at the back of the luxurious space he and his partner had haunted for the last three hours. A door that hadn’t opened once, he grumbled under short breaths as he tugged with his free hand at wrinkles in the rumpled lavender suit coat that barely contained his burgeoning abdomen. Too many witnesses.

      Don’t matter, the thin, angular bald fencepost of a man standing back to back with his beer barrel of a partner squeaked. He was thankful that he had the more active view, even if it was more to take in. The Morriston Room, a millionaire’s bawdy version of a local watering hole replete with mahogany tables, authentic crystal chandeliers, and gold inlaid handcrafted paneled walls that rose from imported marble floor tiles, took up almost the entire first floor of Morriston Plaza. He‘d been charged with eyeballing the front door, his murky yellow orbs watching as playboys and their gaudily dressed and bejeweled playthings stumbled in and out of the bar through a twin to the hinged plank his partner had ogled the entire evening. Mr. Lannigan says the first team plays nice, we try nice. After all, he drummed the caramel brown mahogany bar with thin nail like fingers, this is Park Avenue. And, his almost nonexistent lips mangled into a warped grin, we could be on the second team.

      The fat man chuckled, the noises tumbling from his meaty maw more like a donkey braying than a mercenary laughing. Yeah, he said, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder at his companion, there is that. I’ll take my posterior glued to a leather topped barstool any day over asphalt and alleys after midnight.

      The gaunt man snorted his agreement, then both men again grew quiet. They’d played this scene many times since first arriving in The Morriston Room at nine o’clock that evening and taking up adjoining stools at the main bar at the back of the club. Actually, they’d been the anchor pair on most jobs for Mr. Lannigan for the last five or so years, both earning reputations as good clean up men. They were nondescript enough to fit in almost anywhere, from a grocery store parking lot to a New York rich men’s club, but they also stood out just the right amount so as not to seem suspicious by being ‘too’ normal. Of course, Lannigan’s obsession with his men wearing matching lavender suits made them conspicuous regardless. But Lannigan paid for the clothes and a hefty sum besides, so neither man, nor any of the eccentric crime boss’s flunkies, argued too much.

      Bingo, sang the lean, lipless gun for hire eleven minutes after his last exchange with his partner. Standing up from his roost, he unrolled to a full height of six feet, three and stood still, looking like the stripped trunk of a tree, his shoulders, elbows, and knees jutting out like hard pine knots. His eyes narrowed in on the couple that had just stumbled through the front door, their voices and limbs tangled together as they practically fell into the Morriston Room. As he mentally noted every aspect of both the man and the woman as they attempted to compose their drunken selves and failed, he said his standard line on any job when the quarry fell into the trap. Neck’s in the noose.

      Drawin’ it tight, came the standard response as his diminutive fat partner wiped the words from his mouth with his sleeve and wobbled upright onto his feet. He scanned the room like he always did, ignoring the target, but accounting for every other soul in the room. One body sat with them at the bar, an elderly lady wearing too many diamonds and drinking too much bourbon. The fiftyish silver haired bartender stood in front of her, his eyes half lidded, a victim of her slurred verbal barrages for the last hour. The obese goon in the lavender suit nodded to himself as that took care of anyone on the periphery. Casting his lazy emerald eyes to the room as a whole for the first time, he quickly counted twenty three more, including the eye candy dangling all over the target. Slow on a Tuesday night, even for a billionaire’s beer joint, he mused silently as he evaluated every single possible threat to the work they were about to do.

      Only two, his whisper sounded like gravel shuffling around in his flabby cheeks. "The old guy over there, against the

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