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Drift Wind
They came in the night breaking and smashing. I heard my ma put up a fight, but then came the shot and I heard her body hit the floor of our old cabin. Now I was crouched under the old foot bridge, the water although still ice cold from winter melt higher up in the mountains couldn't compare to the chill I felt in my heart. These men meant to kill me stone cold dead. All because of my blood some said, but I knew the truth. This was no backwoods feud. These were government men. I had to get west to my Uncle Taran. He'd help me.Tara Collins wasn't use to the ways of civilized society the likes of which could be found in the valley bottoms that rivers meandered lazily through. She'd been raised high up in the hills of the Allegany Mountains where those bottom land rivers were first given birth to. It didn't matter now how well she knew the byways and secret places of the mountains. No place was safe for her. She was to her knowledge the last of her kin left in the East. It was time to go west and make her own way.
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Drift Wind
They came in the night breaking and smashing. I heard my ma put up a fight, but then came the shot and I heard her body hit the floor of our old cabin. Now I was crouched under the old foot bridge, the water although still ice cold from winter melt higher up in the mountains couldn't compare to the chill I felt in my heart. These men meant to kill me stone cold dead. All because of my blood some said, but I knew the truth. This was no backwoods feud. These were government men. I had to get west to my Uncle Taran. He'd help me.Tara Collins wasn't use to the ways of civilized society the likes of which could be found in the valley bottoms that rivers meandered lazily through. She'd been raised high up in the hills of the Allegany Mountains where those bottom land rivers were first given birth to. It didn't matter now how well she knew the byways and secret places of the mountains. No place was safe for her. She was to her knowledge the last of her kin left in the East. It was time to go west and make her own way.
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Drift Wind

Drift Wind

by Guy S Stanton III
Drift Wind

Drift Wind

by Guy S Stanton III

Overview

They came in the night breaking and smashing. I heard my ma put up a fight, but then came the shot and I heard her body hit the floor of our old cabin. Now I was crouched under the old foot bridge, the water although still ice cold from winter melt higher up in the mountains couldn't compare to the chill I felt in my heart. These men meant to kill me stone cold dead. All because of my blood some said, but I knew the truth. This was no backwoods feud. These were government men. I had to get west to my Uncle Taran. He'd help me.Tara Collins wasn't use to the ways of civilized society the likes of which could be found in the valley bottoms that rivers meandered lazily through. She'd been raised high up in the hills of the Allegany Mountains where those bottom land rivers were first given birth to. It didn't matter now how well she knew the byways and secret places of the mountains. No place was safe for her. She was to her knowledge the last of her kin left in the East. It was time to go west and make her own way.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781515326793
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 08/01/2015
Series: The Wind Drifters , #4
Pages: 114
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.27(d)

About the Author

I'm a dreamer, a poet, a lover, a husband, a father, and a man of God. I'm inspired by what I've seen and what I've read, but what I create with my words is where I dream. I pray for inspiration, and I enjoy what I have written just as I hope that others will as well. I'm a quiet man on the outside, but writing has become the playground of my soul to express itself in the grandeur of the created worlds and tales that I have been fortunate enough to dream of. The best way to find out more about me is to read my books. I write from the heart and I express both my shortcomings and my triumphs. I like to think of my writing as 'Reality Fiction'. I tell it like I see it. Life is short and the troubles many, but with faith in Jesus Christ all things have become possible to me. I may write 'make believe', but I strive to live out what I write. I enjoy my work and I hope you do too. Have a blessed time reading my imaginative thoughts.
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