Rusty X Indy Novels & Stories

How had Damian managed to beat everyone up in just a few breaths? "Rusty! Rusty, what should we do?" Nigel asked, panicking. He was also part of the gangsters in the area and often got into plenty of altercations with other people too, but this was the first time he'd come across someone who could fight as well as Damian. Rusty was also at a loss for what to do. He looked at Damian and gritted his teeth, feeling a chill run down his spine. He scoffed and said, "Don't think that I'm going to be afraid of you just because you know how to fight back!

When he disappeared around a bend, she wandered back into the house. Rusty aimed the rented silver Ford sedan toward the skyline of Toronto growing on the horizon as Rhys lit yet another cigarette. Rusty wondered if he might be able to file a workman's comp claim for second-hand smoke damage. "How confident are you in your source?" Rhys asked him for the third time that day.

She put her hands up in surrender. "Ramona," Rusty started. "Oh, Epperly, hello, hello," He walked over slowly, and shook his head back as his shoulder-length dark brunette hair swung about. Rusty Hodges was a bit overweight, his two front teeth were more pronounced than his others, and he had a long scar on his forehead that he refused to talk about. "Morning Rusty," I quickly moved to Mrs. Mary watching Rusty make his way toward me. "Epperly, are you going to leave me hanging again this weekend?" He asked as he poked his bottom lip out as he continued to walk in my direction. "You left me at O'Callahan's, I waited there until they closed."

"How the hell did you get up there?" "I climbed." She shakes the rope. "Your turn." Ryder makes a sweeping gesture . . . for me to go first. I raise an eyebrow. "What so you can watch me land on my ass if I fall? No thank you. You can have the honors." Ryder rolls his eyes and that mischievous glint is back. "Rusty, you're going first so that if you fall, I can catch you and keep you from busting your head open."

"Did the alcohol make you deaf, or do I have to remind you how lead feels in a leg?" Rusty paled instantly. The color drained from his face and his fingers loosened as if Luke’s skin were burning. He took a step back, tripping over his own feet, defeated by the weight of his sins. Luke collapsed to the floor, falling to his knees. He raised his hands to his throat, coughing desperately and gasping for air with loud gulps. "He belongs to me, Frederick!" Rusty shouted, trying to regain some of the bravado that was leaking out of his pores. "I had him first! I have videos! I can sink him!"