Nothing Short of Dying: A Clyde Barr Novel

Nothing Short of Dying: A Clyde Barr Novel

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by Erik Storey
     
 

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Hailed by bestselling writer William Kent Krueger as “the year’s best thriller debut,” this furiously paced ride into harm’s way features a drifter with lethal skills, whose mission to rescue his abducted sister pits him against a ruthless meth kingpin and his army of killers.

Sixteen years. That’s how long Clyde Barr has been away from

Overview

Hailed by bestselling writer William Kent Krueger as “the year’s best thriller debut,” this furiously paced ride into harm’s way features a drifter with lethal skills, whose mission to rescue his abducted sister pits him against a ruthless meth kingpin and his army of killers.

Sixteen years. That’s how long Clyde Barr has been away from Colorado’s thick forests, alpine deserts, and craggy peaks, running from a past filled with haunting memories. But now he’s back, having roamed across three continents as a hunter, adventurer, soldier of fortune, and most recently, unjustly imprisoned convict. And once again, his past is reaching out to claim him.

By the light of a flickering campfire, Clyde receives a frantic phone call from his sister Jen. No sooner has she pleaded with him to come rescue her than the line goes dead. Clyde doesn’t know how much time he has, or where Jen is located, or even who has her. All he knows is that nothing short of dying will stop him from saving her.

Joining Clyde in his against-all-odds quest is a young woman named Allie whose motivations for running this gauntlet are fascinatingly complex. As the duo races against the clock, it is Allie who gets Clyde to see what he has become and what he can still be.

Vivid with the hues and scents of Colorado’s backcountry, and thought-provoking in its exploration of how past, present, and future collide to test resolve, Nothing Short of Dying is, above all, a propulsive, action-driven race against the clock.

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - Marilyn Stasio
…a sweaty thriller by a first-time novelist who really knows how to handle himself in these thickets.
Publishers Weekly
06/13/2016
Clyde Barr, the hero of Storey’s adrenaline-fueled first novel and series launch, has returned to the States after years roaming Africa and Latin America, assisting various underdog causes. When Clyde learns that his sister, Jen, is being held by her boyfriend, Lance Alvis, a ruthless and dangerous man with a meth empire in the mountains of Colorado, he sets out to rescue her. Accompanied by bartender Allie Martin, Clyde must make his way through the wilderness and a nearly endless supply of goons, relying on his skills in tracking, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. Storey trots out the usual action tropes—the good-hearted but damaged hero, the budding romance with a strong-willed woman, really evil bad guys, and bushels of violence. Readers will have to suspend their disbelief at Clyde’s ability to sustain horrendous injuries and continue to fight and prevail against formidable odds. Agent: Darley Anderson, Darley Anderson Literary, TV and Film Agency. (Aug.)
From the Publisher
“Erik Storey’s writing is exceptional. This is a splendid debut, harsh and gripping throughout.”
Marcel Berlins, The Times (of London)

“Will become a worldwide sensation.”
—Daily Mail

“A sweaty thriller by a first-time novelist who really knows how to handle himself.”
New York Times Book Review

“Jump on the Clyde Barr train now; you’ll have less catching up to do later.”
—BookReporter

“Immensely enjoyable."
Booklist

“The book doesn’t just hurry, it hurtles.”
—Huffington Post

“Pretty damn good ... crisp, in-your-face dialogue and vivid action.”
BookPage

“Adrenaline-fueled... bushels of violence.”
—Publishers Weekly

"Perfectly paced and beautifully written.”
The Real Book Spy

"May be the year's best debut thriller. It leaps at you like a wolf."
—William Kent Krueger, New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award-winning author of Ordinary Grace and Heaven's Keep

“Very, very good. It’s all here."
Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Make Me and other books in the Jack Reacher series

"Furious, non-stop action."
C.J. Box, New York Times bestselling author of Badlands and Off the Grid

"Great action scenes, fast pacing, and well-drawn characters.”
Nelson Demille, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Lion’s Game and Nightfall

“A whirlwind debut that sucks readers in and keeps them spinning.”
—Lori Armstrong, author of Hallowed Ground

"This man is a born storyteller!”
Jeffery Deaver, #1 international bestselling author of The Bone Collector and The Coffin Dancer

“Grandly cinematic...a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.”
Taylor Stevens, New York Times bestselling author of The Informationist

“A thrill ride—buckle up and hang on.”
Craig Johnson, New York Times bestselling author of the Longmire Mysteries, basis of the Netflix drama Longmire

“Barr is the baddest of them all.”
Scott Sigler, New York Times bestselling author of Contagious and Alive

“Storey's somebody to watch.”
Robert Ferrigno, New York Times bestselling author of The Horse Latitudes and Prayers for the Assassin

Gritty…authentic…a terrific page-turner.”
Howard Roughan, #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of Truth or Die and Honeymoon, and author of The Up and Comer

“Highly recommended!”
Kira Peikoff, author of Living Proof and No Time to Die

Library Journal
03/01/2016
Clyde Barr, who's wandered the world as a hunter, adventurer, and soldier of fortune, has returned home to Colorado after 16 years, still skittish about his past there. Then he gets a desperate call from his sister Jen, who begs for help before the line goes dead. With a five-city tour; called the year's best thriller by William Kent Krueger, who also has a book coming in August (stay tuned).
Kirkus Reviews
2016-06-01
Newly sprung from three years in a Juárez prison, school-of-hard-knocks product Clyde Barr answers an SOS call from his sister Jen, who is being held in the Colorado mountains by a big-time drug supplier.Victimized by their mother's abusive boyfriends—one of whom left her gruesomely dead—the siblings are still dealing with childhood horrors. Barr has spent years roaming the world's trouble spots as a mercenary and hunter. Jen has a history of drug abuse. Confronting the thugs who work for Alvis, the ruthless dealer, Barr embarks on a spree of beatings and shootings that pretty much matches his dreams: "Every night was a kaleidoscope of killing and violence." He's aided by Allie, a strong-willed bartender with whom he becomes romantically involved, and Zeke, his scary one-time cellmate, who during an "especially bad" year in the slammer, killed a guard and two other men. Storey is a sturdy enough storyteller who keeps the action moving and does a passable job with his rugged setting. But the dialogue is flat: "You stay with me, neither one of us might make it out," Barr tells Allie. To which she responds, "In the long run, Barr, no one ever does." And Barr's mea culpas can invite laughter: "Damn. Another pointless death that was entirely my fault." Storey's first novel moves along well enough, but the way he strings together violent action scenes has a paint-by-numbers quality.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781501124143
Publisher:
Scribner
Publication date:
08/16/2016
Series:
A Clyde Barr Novel Series , #1
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
116,302
Product dimensions:
6.40(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.20(d)

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Nothing Short of Dying

CHAPTER ONE

It started with a phone call in the Utah wilderness, about a week after I’d been released from prison.

I’d been enjoying one of those perfect spring mornings in the mountains. Baby-blue skies, soft breeze out of the northwest, sweet sage dripping with dew, and wildlife that practically ran from the trail into the frying pan. A great morning, I thought, on the way to many more like it in the Yukon, where I planned to live in the peace and cold.

I’d spent the morning tracking and then shooting a young mule deer buck. He led me through creeks swollen with muddy runoff, across hillsides so slick with fallen aspen leaves that I took a few ungraceful dives, and into a meadow of young lupine, where I pulled the trigger on my big African rifle as he turned broadside with his nostrils flaring.

The rest of the day was spent cutting the buck into steaks for dinner and strips to be smoked and air dried for later use. That night I built a small campfire out of wrist-size branches of juniper and sat staring at the flames as I fidgeted with the little hunk of plastic and wires I’d bought to contact my sisters as I passed through.

I’d hoped for a storybook homecoming—me calling them and telling them I was home and them suggesting I come over straightaway so they could cook for me. In my daydreams we’d have a merry old time catching up and talking like the family we used to be. In reality Deb didn’t answer and Angie told me I could go to hell. Jen wasn’t in any phone book, so I didn’t call her. Odds were good that if I did, she’d tell me something similar, so I put the phone away and set about cooking the steak.

I was sitting in a camp chair, listening to the crickets and the night wind, and had just finished rubbing salt and pepper into the meat, when the damned plastic contraption started chirping in my pocket. The sound was like an Atari video game, and I couldn’t push buttons fast enough to make it stop.

“This is Barr,” I said.

“Clyde.” It was Jen, her voice barely a whisper. “I need you to come get me.”

I looked up at the night sky, pulling on my beard. As happy as I was to hear her voice, the tone scared the hell out of me and lured me back to a time of fear. It was the same tone and pleading I’d heard as a child on the bad nights. The nights that Mom and Dad—or Mom and some new guy—were fighting, or when one of those guys, drunk and out of control, chose to hurt us.

Back then Jen would often crawl into my room and wake me with a trembling whisper. Together, we’d push the dresser against the door, huddle in a corner, and ride out the storm.

“Where are you?”

“Clyde, you need to hurry. He’s going to kill me. After I help him, I’m dead.”

“Who’s going to kill you? Help who with what?” I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about or where she was.

“Jesus, Clyde.” Even though she whispered, I could hear her panic. “After I help him get inside a week from now, I’m no use to him. Please, please get me the hell out of here. You owe me.”

She was right about the obligation. “Okay. Tell me where you are.”

“Promise me. Promise you’ll come get me.”

This part was important, and she knew it. If I gave my word, nothing short of dying would stop me. It hadn’t yet. I stood and watched the constellations disappear, blanketed by invisible clouds. “I promise,” I said. “Now, where the hell are you?”

Suddenly there was a muffled shout and what sounded like a crash. I heard a male voice, then silence.

“Jen?”

There was no reply. I looked at the phone’s screen. The call-time numbers were still running. “Jen?” I said, louder.

Nothing.

There was a faint click and the line went dead. I flipped the phone shut and shoved it in my pocket.

As the night wind stirred the trees, I pulled a soft pack of straights from my flannel shirt pocket and shook out one of the last cigarettes. After touching it to a glowing ember from the fire, I stood in the darkness next to a sweet-smelling serviceberry bush.

One of my resolutions had been to quit smoking when I went into the backcountry. It was reassuring knowing there’s no better counter to the bad habit than fresh air and open spaces. But this new development put my vow on hold.

As reluctant as I was to delay my journey north, I’d made a promise. And this time it was to my sister—not some villager or desperate campesino in one of the many jungles I’d hacked my way through. My own flesh and blood—whatever the hell that meant.

I limped back to the fire and tossed the butt into the flames. From the valley came the lonely cry of coyotes. The wind rustled up the smells of melting snow and slowly caressed the pines as I looked back up at the stars and wondered what Jen had done this time.

Like me, and unlike our straitlaced sisters, she’d always been a troublemaker. She had a knack for finding the wrong people, the wrong times, and the wrong places. When we were young it had been us against the world. But then I left—left her to fend for herself, because I’d been selfish.

Now I had a chance to make up for it. First though, I needed a direction. A track I could follow. I called Angie again.

No answer, so I called Deb.

I got another one of those mechanical voices telling me to leave a message, so I did. I wasn’t sure Deb would call back, so I went ahead and started breaking camp. The tent came down in the same amount of time it takes most people to strip their beds. It and my sleeping bag went in my big bag, a beat-up ruck I’d hauled halfway around the world.

I limped over and shoveled dirt on the fire. As the last few embers suffocated under the soil, I silently said good-bye to the oak brush, aspen, and pines that had been my home this last week. I tipped my hat to Mount Lena, who’d let me sleep on her for the last couple of days. It was the closest I’d been to a woman in three years.

The phone rang as I began climbing into the truck. I stepped back out into the cold mountain air and pushed buttons until the ringing stopped.

“Barr,” I said.

“This is Nick.”

I didn’t know any Nicks.

“Deb’s husband.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Stop calling. She doesn’t want to talk to you. Ever. Got it?”

I nodded, watched the moon start to peek over the ragged horizon. Nick went on to tell me that I was a worthless bastard who’d abandoned his family. When his rant was over, I informed him what Jen had said. He told me that she was just as bad as I was and that he couldn’t care less what happened to her. I eventually prodded him into telling me that he’d seen her in Clifton with “her lowlife friends” and that she was using drugs again.

“Okay, well, thanks for—” He broke off the call before I could finish.

I got back in the truck, threw the phone on the cracked dash, then turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. I got back out, kicked the door, kicked the side panels, then slammed a fist on the hood. Satisfied with my mechanic skills, I got back behind the wheel and tried the ignition again. The dilapidated engine turned over, started, and made unhealthy grinding noises as I headed south.

I drove off the mountain, under a brilliant moon, back toward the country I thought I’d left for good. I smacked my hands against the steering wheel and felt both it and the truck wobble. The grimy wheel was connected by an iffy steering rod to a junk pickup that I’d bought for two hundred bucks from the coyote who’d driven me across the border. Listening to the creaks and moans of the aging steel, I wondered if either of us would survive the trip.

My eyes burned and the road blurred in front of me. I wanted to stop and crawl into my sleeping bag but decided on a drink instead. I grabbed the paper bag that sat on the passenger seat, pulled the bottle out, put it between my legs, and then took a big, long pull.

After the liquor hit, driving away from my Yukon dreams and back toward the place I’d grown up didn’t feel so bad. But deep down I knew I was kidding myself. The truth was, Jen’s call had surfaced memories that I’d buried under many years and thousands of miles. With one phone call, she’d made me remember what I wanted to forget.

When our dad left, and our mom died, I did something stupid that almost got me killed. Jen did something worse that saved my life. If anyone ever found out what we’d done, we’d both be serving life sentences. Jen’s keeping quiet kept me free. Because of that, and of what we’d endured together, I’d do whatever she asked.

Meet the Author

Erik Storey is a former ranch hand, wilderness guide, dogsled musher, and hunter. He spent his childhood summers growing up on his great-grandfather’s homestead or in a remote cabin in Colorado’s Flat Tops wilderness. He has earned a number of sharpshooter and marksman qualifications. Nothing Short of Dying is his first novel. He and his family live in Grand Junction, Colorado.

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Nothing Short of Dying: A Clyde Barr Novel 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Duells 3 months ago
Amazing Debut for Mr. Storey! His main character Clyde Barr is a good guy willing to do bad things. He gets a call from his estranged sister and everything comes apart from there. Mr. Storey goes back at points and tells Barrs story from growing up explaining why he is the way he is. This should be on everybody's To Read List. Can't wait for another!
brf1948 4 months ago
I received a free, electronic copy of this novel from Netgalley, Erik Storey and Scribner in exchange for an honest review. Thank you all for sharing your hard work with me. This is an excellent, edge of your seat action novel, with a gritty, gold-hearted hero and strong female characters. Only the bad guys are without a saving grace. I look forward to more from Mr. Storey. He is an author I will follow.
Deb-Krenzer 4 months ago
I'm not really sure which luck follows this Clyde character the most, good or bad. This was a very entertaining and thrilling read. There was humor, lots of fights, some romance (totally implied), car chases, mountain scenery, horses, and more humor. There was one really bad and perverse dude who gave me cooties just reading about him. I may need to be tested for an STD, his character was written so well. I'm shuddering writing about him. Thankfully he wasn't throughout the whole book. I really did like Clyde though although he is a gallant idiot. Ha!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and was glad I had the chance to do so. Thanks Simon and Schuster and Net Galley for the free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.