Eddie Munson Novels & Stories

Jensen’s POV The next morning I woke early and went downstairs to the kitchen. I decided that I wanted to show off my mad cooking skills, plus Lynn and I had a big day ahead of us. I went to work making pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. I had learned to cook from Mike and Catherine’s mother. She had taken me in as one of her kids and she was an amazing woman. When she and James died it had killed me just as much as it killed Mike and Catherine. I tried to shake off the memory and went back to cooking. I had coffee going and the table was set. I was just about done when I heard a husky voice behind me. “So, you like to cook huh? It smells great son.” I turned and saw Cornelius standing in t

Edmund said as his eyes fixed on Edward. “And you are?” Edward asked as he looked at him. “General Mu, nice to meet you. I guess, now I can finally die in peace after I have met you.” He said as he shook his hand. General Mu was confused by his last statement but said nothing. "My name is Edmund Wang, the son of Old Master Wang's daughter from the Eastern Mountain Buddhist Temple," Edmund said with a smile, noticing General Mu's color change.

Nixon stood tall among his warriors watching over the training situation that was taking place, he looked over catching my eyes and i smiled brightly and walked over to him and another good looked man with blue green eyes that looked like they were glowing as the sun light hit them. Nixon asked where i was of to and i told him to the shops with Nina then leaned over to give him a small peck on the lips, he leaned away taking a step back and i felt my eyes brim and the realization that he was ashamed of us came to the front of my mind.

If not, there was skiing. Those checking-in would be later in the morning because of travel being slowed for safety. Eddie was working on fixing the pantry door again. Jody could hear him cursing the door and the boggart he insisted lived in the pantry. Eddie was the handyman around the Blue Moon and the hamlet. He’d been here forever, and he looked like it too—a big bushy beard which was just like his hair, whiter than the snow outside. Eddie could pass for Santa on vacation around here. He was a cheerful person mostly, unless he was fixing something that wouldn’t stay fixed, like the pantry door.

“How’s it going, man? You here for moral support or what?” Brock shoots me a sideways glance. “Something like that.” A smile creeps across my face as we make our way further inside the packhouse. I’m introduced to Gray’s beta, Deke, and offered a cup of coffee, which I graciously accept. Ten minutes later, the first members of Gray’s pack start to arrive. After another twenty, I hear the vans from Denver pulling up outside.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

Daisy started asking him more questions about the BB Gun. Ms. Daisy was convinced that it was impossible for Eddie to kill farmer Jim with his BB Gun. Ms. Daisy reached out to a church in the neighborhood that Eddie had lived in. Ms. Daisy sent money to the church every month. The church provided food to his mother. Eddie was sad and missing his family. One of the other inmates introduced Eddie to marijuana. Eddie smoked the marijuana and experienced a high for the first time.

He jerked a thumb to Edgard. “Who’s that?” “This is my old ropin’ partner, Ed Mancuso. Ed, this is the orneriest coot in the county. Which was why he and Harland West were such good buds.” Edgard thrust out his hand. “Nice to meetcha, Gus.” “A roper, eh? You any good?” “Used to be. I ain’t competing any more. But them rope skills do come in handy on the range.” “I hear ya,” Gus said. “So what brings ya by, Trevor?” He rubbed his gnarled hands together in exaggerated glee. “Got earnest money for me?”

"God, look at that guy. Bet he knows exactly three chords and thinks he's broody." "I bet his name's Tyler." "Or Mason." I laughed, and Bryan grinned like he was proud of himself. Eddie came barreling over five minutes later, red-faced and breathless. "Mom! Bryan! Look! I made it all the way across the monkey bars!" "Nice work, buddy," Bryan called. "Can I have a snack?" "Didn't you just eat pancakes?" "That was, like, forever ago." Bryan rolled his eyes and handed over the baggie of Goldfish. Eddie plopped down on the grass beside us, shoveling handfuls into his mouth like he hadn't seen food in a week.

He answered, and I let out a sigh of relief. "But you will have to go there someday. You're the Donna." "I know." I knew. "I'll go with when you go. Its just scary." "I understand. Take your time, tesoro." I looked down at my feet. "What was his name?" "Whose?" "The man...you shot." Mariano pursed his lips. "Lenny." "Did he have a family? A partner? Kids?" Mariano shook his head. "No."