This was wartime and men lived and died fighting their enemy . . . and sometimes they died fighting each other. Cole looked at the men, raised his hand, and said in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Don’t do it, boys. Sturman was a yellow cur, and a deserter, and you don’t have to die trying to avenge the likes of him.
There were seven Indians and they were standing around two semi-naked white women who appeared to be a mother and daughter. Charlie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he aimed - - and fired, and fired, and fired again, repeatedly. He dropped four of the Indians before they knew what hit them. Then he charged into the clearing and shot another Indian reaching for his gun.
“My name is Charles Longstreet.”
The men looked at each other as recognition set in. “You’re the Lone Jack Kid?”
The Kid smiled. “The one and only.” He pulled his hat off of his head and waved it in the air, then he gave the Rebel yell. “See you money grubbers in hell, boys.” He jerked the reins, and nudged Comet with his heals. She turned her head and leaped into the bubbling stream with water as high as the stirrups, and dashed across, splashing tendrils of water high in the air on both sides of her. It was an impressive display of horsemanship, and the toll collectors watched with grudging admiration.
This book has performed well when promoted, but sadly money is a problem and there are other of my books that has to be promoted. The ranking as of today are as follows
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August 16, 1862
Lone Jack
Jackson County, Missouri
CHAPTER 1
The Rebels had complete control of the sorry excuse of a little town called Lone Jack which had nothing more than two stores, a blacksmith shop, a large frame building with a large sign hanging under the eave with writing on it saying ‘Cave House’. The town had a few other businesses consisting of a post office, a saloon and a few dilapidated shacks that the people who lived in them, had moved out of when the war came to Lone Jack. The hotel was the butt of a number of jokes among the Rebels because it was an anomaly. The big hotel was situated in the middle of this small town and if you tried you could most likely fit the entire month’s supply of guests into it in one night. The large hotel seemed out of place in Lone Jack, especially since it had only one person staying there. All the other guests having left for safer pastures.
As the Rebs celebrated their taking control of the town with drinking and carousing . . . unknown to them a large Union force was bivouacked in three separate fields two miles north of them. The Yankee officer in charge separated his force in case one of the units was attacked by the Rebels, then the other two could come to their aid.
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Afrikaans
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Translated by Marlette Taljaard and Annemi Huygen
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Author review: I have had the pleasure of working with Marlette Taljaard on a previous book in the Lone Jack Kid series. She translated this 2nd book to my satisfaction in a professional manner. She is now working on the 3rd book in the series. I recommend her highly as she is excellent in translating manuscripts into African. |
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Giovanni Luigi Fabbri
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by JORGE RICARDO FELSEN
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