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“Right or wrong, sometimes the ones that have it coming, have kin that need revenge… They’ll stop at nothing to get it.”- Judge George Henley, District Court, #9.

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Cole Winters is one of the first African-American lawman of the old West. The 1800s was a time where there was a thin line between lawmen and outlaws. After being raised by Native Americans, Cole Winters was hired by the U.S. Marshals Service to track down and bring back outlaws from the Territories. Dead or alive. When his gun fighter brother, Joseph Two Guns, becomes wanted for a crime he did not commit, Cole does the only thing he can to get his brother justice… He hunts down him down.

To the Gallows, is a classic Western with fast-paced gunfights and martial arts action of the time. It is the beginning chronicle of a man the Native Americans called The Buffalo Ghost and the legend that followed.


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A little excerpt line from Gates (The Reaper Series 1).

“She should be at the chapel,” Pastor whispered.

“Yeah, went over that with her already. I think she’s pissed off. You might say a prayer with her at her break,” The Brit commented.

“Fine idea. A prayer could be good for all,” Pastor said.

He prepared for Grace.

The Brit took a large piece of beef and chewed it loudly. The sound resonated from the speech holes of his hardened plastic cell.

Pastor looked ruffled.

“Just her,” The Brit said.

“There is still time for your soul,” Pastor pleaded.

The Brit cut more of his meat. This was his last supper. He did not want or need this. He knew what would eventually happen if he chose the path of revenge but he had to. If everyone kept turning the other cheek with those men, they would end up facing them in the end. Did revenge bring his father back? No, but it was not about bringing him back. U877 did not want forgiveness.

Pastor lifted off the top of his food tray. The smell of a truly great meal made him close his eyes to savor. He felt The Brit’s contempt for their discussion.

“Thank you for dinner,” Pastor said.

“No one should eat a surf and turf dinner alone,” The Brit answered.

Pastor took a bite of the pre-cut steak.

“But mostly it’s to piss off the warden,” The Brit joked, “Last requests can’t be denied. That’s why you’re giving me last rites.”

Pastor made a move on his chessboard. The Brit countered his move, removing one of his pieces.

“My, we are aggressive tonight,” Pastor, commented.

“Don’t think there will be a rematch,” The Brit said with confidence.

He moved a chess piece, looking to Pastor with satisfaction. Pastor chewed his food looking at his board. He was proud. All these years teaching this man how to play this game. The improvement showed. Felt in every move. Yet, The Brit had aggression and over confidence at time. Both of these traits can be detrimental to this game. Still Pastor believed those traits were useful in his survival. They just needed focus.

“Why do you feel so comfortable around me?” asked The Brit.

Pastor surveyed his possible counters to The Brit’s attack.

“Well, the six inches of safety glass helps,” Pastor, said….


…”We are bound to come to some doors without electric locks,” The Brit stated, “With luck, we’ll find a dead guard.”

A scream rang out. The pair stopped and took cover in the shadows. Shots were fired. Somebody had a gun. Shots were returned. The Brit knew the sounds. Guess the rumors were true about the vault in Patchell’s office. Wondered if it was under that damn aquarium. Someone must’ve found his cache.

“It came from the far end,” said Pastor.

The pair ran down the catwalk toward the screams. Two guards lay lifeless. The Brit carelessly rolled them over and searched their bodies. No keys, he continued searching and no guns.

Another scream echoed. That one came from a woman.

“That’s farther down,” Pastor said.

“I don’t give a shit. We need keys,” said The Brit

Sounds of men hooting and yelling echoed.

“Someone needs help,” Pastor said.

The Brit held the old man back. Better to let this play out. They were lucky in the cafeteria. Only four and they were unarmed.

“I know you found religion and believe all life is sacred, but hold up,” The Brit said.

“You owe me, I saved you. And there may be keys down there,” Pastor said.

The Brit could not believe this old man. He had balls. You had to give him that.

“You know, you’re starting to piss me off,” The Brit said.

The Brit took each guard’s handcuffs and stood.

“The chow hall. Remember? We’re even,” The Brit responded.

Pastor blocked The Brit’s exit.

“Listen you have two choices. Get out with me,” The Brit demanded, “or get out the way.”

Pastor held the case over the rails.

“No, more pack mule,” Pastor said.

The Brit looked frustrated with Pastor. He should just kill him. Hell, let him drop the bag. He would get more shit, plenty of cells. Still, showed a lot of balls and he was useful.

The Brit pulled Pastor’s arm back, slowly. He got eye to eye with Pastor.

“Careful Pastor, no glass,” The Brit warned.


Happy New Year and sample of new Action Western!

I would like to thank everyone for taking the time to buy, review, or even support my writing. I hope you all have had a wonderful 2014 and that 2015 will be even better. I thought I would include an excerpt from my new Action/Western, To The Gallows.

Three gunmen rode up on horseback, fanning out in front of Joseph. Joseph focused his drunken eyes on them and immediately knew they were from the poker table he just left. These men worked on the bridge and had just received and lost their wages in one night to Joseph. Bale lead this trinity of low-life dip shits, followed by Halwell and Randell.

“I don’t like being cheated. ‘Specially, by some Goddamn, Injun.” Bale said.

“That’s good, cause I never cheat.” Joseph stated.

“Bale, I think he called you a liar.” Hallwell stated. He was always sure to stir the pot.

“Did you call him a liar, Injun?” Randell said, trying to puff his chest.

Bale steadied his hands to his pistol. Each of the three men shifted in their saddles. Joseph had been here before. You don’t gamble in these back water towns without getting accused of cheating. At this point, men usually weren’t looking to talk it out.

“You stay with that gamble and you lose more than money.” Joseph said.

He wanted to get back without bloodshed but some things were out of his control.

All three men chuckled at Joseph.

“Three against one ain’t no gamble.” Bale said.

The whiskey actually had calmed the tingle that Joseph felt from the expectant danger. He could see Bale had his hand on his pistol in his belt. He was the one that made the choice of how this would go for the other two. Randell’s lips were pursed. He was the nervous one of the trio. His white knuckle grip on the reins of his horse told Joseph he was ready to turn tail at the first opportunity.

Then there was Hallwell. He sat on his horse relaxed with his hand at his thigh. Hard to read what he intended. Joseph knew either he was just a stupid follower or calm, because he was an experienced gun- hand.

“The money!” Bale demanded. “I’m not askin’.”

Randell’s hand trembled on his pistol grip. Joseph’s mind slowed the action. Randell was no threat. Bale’s shoulder moved. Joseph drew his left pistol and took aim at him. Before he shot, Joseph caught sight of Hallwell. He moved quick and deliberate. Joseph’s right hand pistol came out twice as fast. He shot Hallwell before he could get a shot off. Joseph’s left pistol shot Bale. Both men fell dead from their horses.

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