Tag: Kyell Gold

A Night on the Bayou (Story by Kyell Gold)

“Don’t worry about it, Sean.” Ty’s voice blurred with static. “We got it covered here. Fargus even let me wear a uniform.” Sean pressed the phone against the fur of his cheek. “That old uniform the mouse left behind?” “No, one of yours. So it’s kinda baggy around the waist. You should lay off the fried foods while you’re out there.” “I’ll bring you back some beignets.” Ty laughed and reassured Sean again that the security at the casino was in excellent paws. The red wolf hung up feeling only mildly reassured and walked back to the bar, to a small table where five young people in cartoon t-shirts talked animatedly over drinks and a small bowl of crackers. A rat in a Nightwalkers t-shirt turned as Sean walked up and stuck out his paw. “Hi,” he said. “Everything okay?” Sean took Perry’s paw and squeezed it. “Yeah. I was going to run down a couple blocks. You okay here for a bit?” He let go, hoping Perry would stay in the bar. One of the others, a ferret in a Dragon Knights shirt, lifted his head. “You can hang out,” he said. “We’re not really talking about the shows right now.” “Sean’s from here,” Perry said. “He knows all the voodoo people down here. Probably going to get a doll to stick some pins in.” Sean laid his...

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Thunderdome (Story by Kyell Gold)

Kyell Gold is an award winning author who has made a tradition of contributing a story to the Furry Fiesta conbook. Once again, Kyell takes us back to Las Vegas and to the life of Sean, a wolf who has a very special talent for the cards and fortune telling, which puts him in tune with a city that built itself upon cards and luck. With a little help from his Mother’s spirit, he makes his way in Sin City, and more about Sean can be found in the other Furry Fiesta conbooks and at Kyellgold.com *** “He had it coming,” the skunk insisted, though it was hard to hear him around the ice pack held to his jaw. “But why?” Sean insisted again. The red wolf sat in front of his boss, Fargus, the head of security for the Sultanate hotel. He’d given up looking back for guidance; the black wolf just remained maddeningly silent. There was a peccary in an LVPD uniform at the door, no more communicative. “Why?” The skunk sat forward in his hospital bed, his left arm coming toward the red wolf. Sean flinched, but the arm simply hung in the air as the skunk rocked forward, then back. His fist landed lightly on the bed. “Man, I ain’t never been that pissed off.” “You worked next to him for a month and then...

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Inferno (story by Kyell Gold)

The young red wolf Sean had his silicone oven mitts on—if nothing else—and was trying to get the beignet dough to behave while the oil in the deep fryer was heating up. Just roll it out, his ma’s recipe said, and cut into squares. But it kept sticking to the rolling pin, and the light bass voice from the other room wasn’t helping him concentrate. “Oh hoo hoo. I’m all shook up,” it sang, and then, “Well since mah baby left me, I found a new place to dwell…in his bed while he’s cooking up that…heavenly smell, oh Ah, Ah feel so hungry baby, Ah feel so hungry…Ah feel so hungry, I could die.” His bed creaked in the other room of his small apartment, but only a little. “You sure the Sultanate doesn’t need an Elvis impersonator impersonator?” The dough was approximately flat. He cleaned off the rolling pin and left it in the sink, cutting the slab of dough. “I told you, I can’t. We only hire Elvis impersonators. From the union.” “Blasted raccoons.” The voice became sharp. “Elvis would totally have been a bear if he could’ve. But honey, can’t you just tell them how good I am?” There was a meaningful pause. “At singing, I mean.” “I just work security.” The dough stuck to the knife, too, but Sean managed to get six squares that...

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Space Cowboy (Story by Kyell Gold)

Before Sean had time to do more than glance at the security office, the jackalope was already calling heartily, “Hey! Fargus! Git over here an’ meet the newest member of yer security team.” The large black wolf turned his head. Then he stood up. Sean hadn’t realized that Fargus had been sitting. The black wolf towered over him, at least a foot taller than Sean’s lean five-eight, probably twice his weight, too. The indigo “Sultanate” uniform seemed barely able to contain him, unlike Sean’s, which hung off his frame and crackled with starched uncertainty whenever he moved. Fargus peered down at him. “Ay? Don’t look big ‘nuff to toss out a cub in the slots.” “He ain’t on tossin’, he’s on sniffin’.” The jackalope draped a heavy arm over Sean’s shoulder, making the red wolf stagger. “This boy got a gift for findin’ out where the snakes are hidin’. An’ besides,” he said to Fargus’s impassive look, “Already hired him.” The black wolf stared Sean in the eye. “Right,” he said. “Lissen,” the jackalope said. “You got anyone rustlin’ up trouble there on the floor? Anyone you can’t figure how they’re doin’ it?” Fargus turned back to the bank of monitors and rubbed his chin. “Ay. Maybe.” “A’right!” The jackalope smacked Sean between the shoulder blades, propelling him forward almost into Fargus’s broad chest. “So set Sean here on...

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Fiesta (Story by Kyell Gold)

“Hey, Sean, here’s another one!” The weasel’s feathered headdress bobbed in the alley. “Mardi Gras is sweet!” A rangy red wolf lifted his head, setting a deck of cards down on an overturned cardboard box. “You think it’s somethin’ here,” he said, drawling out the “here” into two syllables, “y’oughta see it back home. Wouldn’t be able to hear y’self think.” Dawn had chased most of the Las Vegas revelers back to their beds, leaving the streets bright and eerily empty except for a film of feathers, confetti, and bottles, whole and broken. At the head of the alley they sat in, people passed by in ones and twos, most of them either swinging a bottle or holding a paw to their foreheads. “Who’s thinkin’?” The weasel brought a styrofoam container to his nose, his oversized white t-shirt bouncing on his narrow frame all the way back to the box. “Mmm. Chicken jambalaya. Your cards tell you where to find that?” “Didn’t ask.” Sean picked up the cards again, running his fingers over them as the weasel set the container down on the box and flipped the lid open. “They just told me to stay here.” “Sure they did.” The weasel sat cross-legged on the ground and scooped a pawful from the container into his mouth. “Mmmm. Stardust should serve this year round, man.” Sean kept his eye on...

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Heroes and Villains (Story by Kyell Gold)

At first, Sean didn’t recognize the weasel in the holding cell. Probably because Malachai was chattering non-stop, his high voice cutting through Sean’s concentration. “You better watch out, or I’ll have your job.” The fennec’s ears perked, his muzzle gleeful. “Thousands of dollars stolen all around the casino and I’m the one who caught him. Not you, none of your fancy cameras. Look at all the stuff he had. He stole all of it, I’m sure.” Sean’s smaller ears remained as far down as they could politely. He scanned the items on the tabletop: small things, easily stuffed into...

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