Plenty of action, adventure, and romance follow Jedidiah Bracket, known as Crow Killer, as he traverses the vast wilderness of the Rocky Mountains. Four years had passed since the Arapaho Chief rescued Jed from North Platte River where a sudden flash flood dumped him bloody and broken on its muddy banks. Jed’s birthmark of a lance on his back plus the old medicine man’s words foretold that he would become a great warrior. With guidance from the Arapaho warrior, Walking Horse, he had become a mighty Lance Bearer of the Arapaho Nation and a legend among the tribes. Jed only wanted peace, but he still had many trails to ride and many battles to undertake. His friends, Walking Horse and Red Hawk, would always be by his side in battle, but were they enough to combat the crazed Blackfoot called Bear Claw?

    Further political machinations have secured a command for this new officer. It is now up to the new Lieutenant Charles Mullins to make a success of his new command on his own.

    The Standish family are poor but the eldest boy, Tommy, desires wealth and position and will do anything in pursuit of his dream regardless of the misery he causes anyone who dares to step in his way. His ambitions realised, a terrible secret from his past threatens his very existence. THE WIDOW MAKERS 1842-1860 Review the Welsh Books Council www.gwales.com Mead's novel is inspiring reading; a classic tale, full of all the ingredients which make the finest novels. My only criticism was that it ended too soon; I felt bereft! A sequel please. THE WIDOW MAKERS; STRIFE 1860-1874 Review Historical Novel Society The author is a wonderful storyteller who uses authentic well-written language. A page turner. The story stays with you after the book is finished. THE WIDOW MAKERS; STRIFE 1860-1874 Review Welsh Books Council www.gwales.com Jean Mead sweeps you along with her vivid descriptions of 19th century life. A compelling vivid account that leaves you finishing the last page with regret and hoping for more.

    But, as much as she loves Stan, Lizzie senses a darker side to him that his mother cannot see. It isn't long before his bitterness causes Lizzie to question her relationship, and ultimately leads to tragedy...

    Now that he's thirteen, he thinks that he can finally go out and do things on his own. But he can’t look for dangerous mobs on his own, though. He’ll need some help from an expert crew...or a group of teenagers that also want to get out of the village. With the help of Blair, a monster hunter; Fontaine, a guy looking for revenge on mobs that hurt his family; Emily, a girl who wants to get over her fears; and Chunky, Emily's pet ocelot, Dean will be able to accomplish his goals. What is Dean’s goal exactly? He wants to fight some of the most dangerous mobs out there and find out the truth of the world. Are Ghasts really real? What makes a Blaze tick? What does it take to defeat an Enderman? Dean only really wants one thing--experience. He wants to be able to say that he’s done all of these great and exciting things, but he needs to get out and do it first. Will Dean be able to adventure and live to tell the tale? What will he need to risk to get what he wants? Find out in his diary, The Monster Hunter Diaries. Other books in The Monster Hunter Diaries Book 2: Building the Herobrine Totem, http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BU3VT64/Book 3: Stopping Herobrine, http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C8SC09K/Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

     DI Hannah Blair has returned to Scotland to head up a small team of detectives investigating the whole range of crimes that occur in the wild Highlands. When her team is asked to investigate a suspicious death in the rural town of Balloch Pass, Blair isn’t just looking for a potential killer, she’s also chasing the ghosts of her past. Dr Noah Bradshaw has only been in town for a year. But as one of three GPs in the small medical practice, he’s already well-liked in the community… until the finger of suspicion points at him, and some of his patients start to believe he really could be capable of murder. With a local priest also under suspicion, Blair is preoccupied by her strained relationship with her father and her unwanted attraction to one of the suspects, until the investigation seems to be slipping through her fingers. But when Noah reveals the secret that brought him to Balloch Pass, everything changes… Blair faces a race against time to stop the killer striking again, and grab her own chance of happiness with both hands.

    Since meeting and marrying Chevron, she’s seenenough to last a lifetime. She’s no longer the ‘goody-two-shoes’ that she was known to be. Life is different; even unbearable at times. Sadness, guilt, anddepression loomeverywhere she turns, but she is Chevron’s rib; anything that affects him, affects her. Pregnant or not, she’s determined to seek justice for her mother and help eliminate Chevron’s new archnemesis, Ro. Coming face-to-face with the devil himself, Roxie’s past comes back to haunt her. Ambria continues to distance herself from Jaren. He may have been her long-lost love, but his commitment to another woman proves that he’s not the man for her. Reconciling with Roxie, she’s pulled into her sister’s crazy scheme for revenge. Trying to be the peacemaker, Ambria agreesbut soon realizes that they are in way over their heads. Everything in Jonah’s life isn’t good for him. His loyalty to Cicely has resulted in a sleuth of bad decisions that put his entire operation with Chevron in jeopardy. Those decisions cost him money, and that’s something Jonah doesn’t play about. Vowing that Ro’s days are numbered, Jonah contemplates what to do about the woman who used to share his bed. Cicely will always have a piece of Jonah’s heart, but someone he least expects slowly moves in to take that spot. His guard is up, but she’s loyal – a trait he’s never been able to find in another woman. Romaine continues to cause trouble all over Cleveland. He hates Jonah and Chevron with a passion, but his number one mission is to get rid of Cicely for good. After kidnapping her from Jonah’s spot, he takes her on a wild ride that results in Cicely’s life hanging in the balance. His cockiness, invincible persona, and unexpected luck runs out when his greediness leads him right into the lion’s den. Will he be able to use his wit and quick thinking to get away once again? Or, will his reign of terror finally come to an end? Find out the answers to these questions and more in the third installment of Married to an East Cleveland Bully!

    

    When Portland lawyer, Maggi McGuffin, suddenly shows up at Ben’s off-the-grid hobby farm, he is skeptical of her intentions. But she agrees to get the IRS and EPA off his back for a little investigative work. In the Air Force, Ben worked as a special agent with the Office of Special Investigations, their version of the FBI and CIA. He spent years interrogating terrorists and debriefing airmen. Strange things are happening in normally sedate Cantina Valley. In his quest for answers, Ben must sift through a cast of quirky characters and unknown entities with hidden agendas. Does his investigation have anything to do with a recent murder? Ben must unravel a case as complex as a fine Oregon pinot noir to discover the truth.

    Lana Johnson - young, intelligent and strikingly attractive - is getting serious with the local small-time villain, Ben Ferris. Next door to the Johnsons lives Lottie Curtis, a kind-hearted widow they have taken under their wing. For decades Lottie has been foster mother to children from broken homes. Only Jimmy Bailey has ever demonstrated in a practical way the debt he owed to Lottie. But it's 1946 and Lottie is facing her eightieth birthday alone. When Jimmy, now demobbed, teams up with Lana to organise a reunion of all the old lady's children as a birthday treat, there's more than one surprise in store...

    It ran straight south from Caldwell, Kansas to Fort Reno, I.T., then down through the Cheyenne and Comanche and Kiowa lands, crossing the Red River into Bowie, Texas. It was a line on the map, a demarcation. West of it no law existed, only outlaws. On trails out there, outlaws put notes on trees and posts to let lawmen know they'd be killed if they continued their pursuits west of the Dead Line.In the storied times of the American West, in what was called Indian Territory, no place came close to matching the dangers and mortality U.S.marshals faced doing their jobs. Those who survived became titans in the legends of the West, particularly one man called Bass Reeves. These stories are fiction; the encounters this lawman faced, and The Dead Line, were not.

    Understanding enough about himself, he realizes he is not yet prepared for such an adventure. He prepares himself by working for three years on a railroad crew. Working adds the strength, maturity, and of course fighting skills learned from the rough and tumble life of an early railroad camp. One of the self-taught lessons he improves on is hunting. For a year and a half, in addition to swinging a pick, he lands meat on the table of the camp on his single day off. All the pre-apprentice skills he acquires prove their worth in the mountains.Before he reaches the Rockies, he is captured and tortured by the Blackfoot Indians. He is rescued by an old hand, another mountain man named Micah. What he learns from the Crow and from Micah prepares him for his apprenticeship in the wilds. He matures, living and trading with the Crow and the Cheyenne. Uriah acquires the help from a young Cheyenne captive passing on his hard learned lessons. Not one of those lessons prepares either man for what will face them.Their life is filled with Indian raids, grizzly bear attacks, mountain lion fights, and of course, buffalo hunting. Life in the wild revolves around the buffalo.

    They are using him to force his father to reveal to them the location of a secret arms cache left over from the South African apartheid war. Petrus calls on his friend Garrett to return to Africa once again to do what he does best. And together, the two friends set out to rescue Freedom and to exact retribution on all involved. But the depth of deceit, betrayal and corruption go deeper than they had ever expected. Once again they are pitted against overwhelming odds ”" but they won’t stop. Because this time, they are fighting for Freedom.

    These stories contain action, adventure and the wild, untamed frontier…. These are the bounty hunters, gunfighters and lawmen who protect the innocent—the men who tamed the Wild West and caught the criminal’s dead, or alive! This is “Guns on the Horizon”. Four great adventures from one of America’s leading Western writers Randall Dale. Four chances to discover crime, punishment and tales of the Old West. Inside this book you will find action, adventure, greed, gluttony and love. You will find the bodies of dead bad guys, the guns of lawman and the pleas of the desperate, wild criminal facing the end of a rope, or on the edge of a bullet. Enjoy one heck of a great Western adventure with Randall Dale—the man who tells the stories of the Old West you’ll love!

    He's looking forward to an easy job, and then settling down for a bit. At least that’s the way he had it figured. What he hadn’t considered was how plans could change in a heartbeat, bringing him closer to deaths door than he ever wanted to be. Excerpt from Book 5: The Storm It was late afternoon of the first day and they were still several miles inside the Kansas border, when Clay found a place to camp for the night, near a small lake that would provide enough water for the herd. They would have to camp out in the open, but the weather was decent enough so that it shouldn’t be a problem. By tomorrow noontime, they should reach the Panhandle of Oklahoma where water was scarce. Clay didn’t want to push the herd too hard. He wanted them in good shape because it would be at least two more days before they could reach the Cimarron River and cattle don’t travel well without water. He figured they would lose a little weight during the three-hundred-and-fifty-mile drive, but once they got to his land, it wouldn’t take them long to put the weight back on. The White River ran through his property with several small tributaries, and there was plenty of tall grass. The cattle weren’t used to walking all day and were more than ready to settle down for the night when the time came. No one knew how Mrs. McIntyre did it, but that evening for supper, they feasted on corned beef and cabbage with soda bread and large slabs of butter, and blackberry pie. She’d seen some blackberries growing wild and since the herd was moving slow, she’d stopped and picked enough for six pies. “Ya know, boss,” Riley, a tall young man from Texas, said, “if this is the way we’re gonna eat, I don’t reckon you’ll ever be wantin’ fer hands. Women or not, this is the best trail drive I’ve ever been on, and if my work suits ya, I’ll be stayin’ on when we get to yer ranch.” Riley was young, just seventeen, but he’d been around cattle drives most of his young life and he knew his business. Clay was lucky to have him. Young he might be, but Clay was guessing the young man would ride for the brand, should trouble arise. Clay looked out across the herd and watched as his men worked the cattle. There was a mixture of ages, which was good as far as he was concerned. The men new to this kind of work would learn from the more experienced riders. Colleen blushed and waved the end of her apron at him. “Ah, go on with ya now. You and yer silver tongue. Ah man works hard, he needs ah good meal, that’s all.” Bert took his slice of blackberry pie and backed away, saying, “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, ma’am.” After the evening meal, Cindy brought out her guitar and sat on the tailgate of the wagon and to everyone’s surprise, began to strum a slow, song of home. Then she began to sing and as if by magic, the cattle settled down. Singing was what cowboys did while riding night herd to help keep the cattle calm, but none of them had a voice as soothing as Cindy McIntyre. Clay had just poured himself a cup of coffee and was enjoying Cindy’s singing, when a young man came riding up to the camp and got down. He took a double take when he saw the two women, then spied Clay and walked up to him. “Mister Brentwood?” Clay smiled. He was just a boy, no more than fourteen and dressed in town clothes. “Sorry son, but I got all the wranglers I need. The boy grinned. “I’m not a cowboy, sir. I’m Ben Masterson and I work for the railroad. I’m training to be a telegraph operator.”