No one knew when the Blood River War started or even how it started. It wasn’t over water or revenge or a woman but all were involved. Calhoun of the Flying C and the Circle M’s Antonio McCurdy fought long and hard, with fists, guns and blasting powder, anything it took. There was foul play and fair, heroes and the enemy. But no one really knew which was which, right up to the explosive end.
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About the Author
A prolific writer, I have a number of western stories and crime mysteries published in the old fashioned way, paper and ink, and am now moving some of those stories into eBooks.
As time goes by I'll format all or some of these as well as a major SF saga and at least one if not two non-fiction works.
Stay tuned and make a note of my name so you can search for it and my stories.
Always read stuff that will make you look good
if you die in the middle of it.