The giveaway fun continues! Today, we’ve got The Doctor and the Kid by Mike Resnick.
The Doctor and the Kid is a sequel of sorts to 2010’s The Buntline Special, which combined Doc Holliday, the Earp brothers, Johnny Ringo, and many other Wild West legends with the technological wizardry of Thomas Edison and the actual wizardry of Native Americans. In this installment, Doc Holliday goes to Deadwood with plans of living out the rest of his tubercular life, but fate has other ideas. Doc finds himself hunting Billy the Kid, who may be protected by something more than luck.
More information on Mike Resnick is available on his website; Wikipedia also has a wealth of information, including a detailed list of his publications. The man is prolific!
We’ve got an advance reader copy of The Doctor and the Kid, and it could be yours! To enter the contest, post a comment below and tell us what you’d order if you found yourself in a Wild (or Weird) West saloon. It can be a real or imaginary drink, alcoholic or teetotalling, steampunked up or straight by the book, the sky’s the limit. The deadline for entering the contest is Friday, November 4. Good luck!
After setting down with my zeppelin, if I were to drink perhaps I would try some Kraken Rum if they had in the land-locked saloon. Regardless I would expect some rousing ragtime on the piano.
Posted by: Alden Ash | October 20, 2011 at 12:55 PM
I'd order a sarsparilla in a dirty glass.
Posted by: Gerard Quinn | October 20, 2011 at 01:36 PM
Tea. From the furthest corner of the Empire.
Posted by: SteampunkKindle | October 20, 2011 at 03:29 PM
I'd order my favorite - absinthe. And not that fake stuff either!
Posted by: Jax | October 20, 2011 at 03:54 PM
Gerard stole my answer but I have to second his. Or I can always go for the plain old "Whiskey, barkeep!"
Posted by: Cathy Ward | October 20, 2011 at 05:34 PM
It was a steamy night in the Sheik of Araby, the usual rough crowd packing the path to the mile-long bar. I threaded my way through swaying throng, my left hand caressing the brass air-pistol hidden in my weskit pocket while I twirled the index finger of my raised right hand in concentric circles to attract the bar-man's attention. In response to his questioning eyebrow, I called, loudly, "I'll have a Josie Earp." When his other eyebrow lifted in perplexity, I said "That's just a little something neat with a splash of Early times to remind me of happier days."
Posted by: Page Turner | October 20, 2011 at 07:25 PM
Hmmm... Rat Puke. Don't have it? OK, make it Scorpion Venom. Neither? Oh well, I'll have to settle for milk then! ;)
Posted by: Soundofthunder | October 21, 2011 at 02:42 AM
I imagine a big scary looking guy kicking the door open, walks to the bar getting everybody under the tables with his looks, slaps a coin on the counter and asks for a Shirley Temple.
Posted by: Cristian I | October 22, 2011 at 10:02 AM
Barkeep: sarsaparilla please!
Posted by: Don Beyer | November 01, 2011 at 08:23 PM
A glass of your best beer! Just one, mind you. Don't want to get drunk and be killed by the Doc for upsetting his table!
Posted by: Rachel | November 03, 2011 at 06:52 AM