Passing Judgement


Short Stories About Serving Justice

This short collection of twelve stories features people who deliver their own form of justice. These are tales about breaking the rules and seeking retribution, especially when the law fails. Bad guys sometimes do the right thing. Desperate good guys cross the line. In the end, justice is blind—she doesn’t care which side of the law a person lands as long as the scales get balanced.


Read stories about:

  • An historic gun collection responsible for shooting sitting Presidents.
  • Guilt driving a desperate man to seek redemption through violence.
  • A man making a fatal lapse in judgement in his search for identity.
  • African mythology intersections in a strange new world.
  • Social scandal, wealth, and a bizarre bequest pointing to old murder.
  • An error releases a predator and a detective crosses the line.
  • A lottery ticket bought on her birthday propels Ivanka’s future sideways.
  • An assassin discovers he doesn’t want to pull the trigger.
  • An orphan seeks retribution for a mother gone missing.
  • A lawman feels responsible for the murderous acts of a young man.
  • Bethany’s husband takes on new worth when a gunman appears.
  • Old violence brings together two men in a reciprocal act of retribution.

Sample a few excerpts:

“Mitch shook out his hands, watched mud and slime splatter against the hard packed dirt. After damn near six hours of slogging through bottomland, he’d found a road. He hiked up one canvas pant leg and inspected the three tiny pairs of puncture wounds on his calf. Almost delicate, the trio of red perforations marked the places where a determined cottonmouth had struck repeatedly. Each bite-mark was an objection to the disturbance Mitch caused as he struggled to hold the woman’s head under the surface of the brackish water. At seventy-three, the lady had been a real scrapper, a good fighter.”
– Last Chance for Redemption

“The gun swept the room, the assailant’s arm held straight out like an accusing finger until it pointed at her chest. Death would be swift at least. She supposed the end of life offered a resolution of sorts. The upside meant no more strain or deception. Bethany squeezed her eyelids shut and found comfort in knowing that Brian would mourn her passing. Her dumpy husband had wormed his way into her slate heart. That was something.”
– The Man in the Dark Suit
“A car would be waiting at the street level in a matter of minutes; she just had to reach that relative safety. She tightened the straps on her backpack and thought for a fraction of a second about the man who’d fathered her. He’d been an absentee parent for the last few years but it hadn’t always been that way. To her surprise, a tear spilled down her cheek. She was an orphan now. Well, as much as any daughter of the Russian District was allowed to be, since the community was family too.”
–The Tsar’s Granddaughter