Kirjahaku

Billy Upshur had always been a man of reason, able to think out any problem that might arise and handle it objectively. It was his nature if it involved family. If it did not have to do with family, it could most generally be solved with a gun in one way or another. But the one he had on returning home with his family and friends, could not be solved with tact, or with his gun. The one he had now, was one he was trying desperately to push to the back of his mind, hopefully, even to forget. But it was hard, because Jaclyn Garnette was a woman he would remember for as long as he lived. He would never hurt Connie, that was unthinkable, his love for her was never ending, and just the thought of leaving his beloved family for another woman was devastating to even think about. It would never happen, he knew this, but it was hard to look at Connie with Jaclyn on his mind, thats why he spent a great many late afternoons at the corral grooming the little Roan mustang, and the big black Jim Stockwell had given him. After several months, he did manage to push Jaclyn aside, or so he thought. Because as the old saying goes, when it rains, it pours As fate was bound to have it, they were all sitting down to supper late one afternoon when Rodney brought news of a heartbreaking event, one that almost broke his heart, one that would throw him back into the role of gunfighter, and manhunter. Jaclyns Foreman had been murdered, and she herself seriously wounded, and fighting for her life. To Billy Upshur, they both were considered family, and without saying, when family was wronged, as was his way, he would see about it Only this time, Connie insisted on going back with him, because Jaclyn was the woman that saved his life, and she was bent on being there for her as well. It also meant that Rodney, and his wife were to go with him also, and he dared not refuse any of them. Something was definitely wrong in Decatur, Texas, and he had been summoned by Jaclyns friends to make it right again, and if it was the last thing he ever did, he would see about it

What is it that enables one gunfighter to feel the presence of another in a room full of armed cowboys and other people? Can feel the challenge, though none was verbally issued? Not even the gunman, him self can explain it, other than, it's just a feeling, a quickening going on inside of them, unexplainable. At times, nothing more comes of it, call it a kinship, respect, whatever, but unless they communicate, or one has other business, they go their separate ways without conflict, the age-old dilemma being in effect. The rare ones, those that live by the law, enforce the law, wanting only justice for those in need, are the family men, those able to see no future in the other way of life. Some, however, have to learn about all of this the hard way, if they can live long enough. These are the ones that love their guns, and their ability to use one, the dangerous ones, giving no quarter, and asking none. But when two men with the same talent come together, men with two opposite philosophies, only one, or neither will walk away from it. Unless, Bill Upshur's, "Adage, add-on" Comes into effect, making the Gunfighter's dilemma a working instrument of fate, it's self. Two men, well, ...one man, one boy, totally opposite in every way, but one, their unbelievable ability in the use of firearms, men separated by only a month, and a thousand miles are destined to meet in a struggle of life and death, one that will take only a fraction of a blink of the eye to settle. One that in all certainty will result in both their deaths, but will happen, never the less. But what one lone gunman can actually learn during that month long, thousand mile journey to kill a man, very well could be priceless, one never knows. But a challenge can come in many different forms. Hope you like this one. Thanks, Otis Morphew

From mumblety peg, to throwing his father's hunting knives, pocket knife, butcher, or paring knives, little did an eight year old son of a wealthy Planta-tion owner in North Central Louisiana know that one day, he would become very accurate and lethal with a knife of any size and shape....But he was. From shooting rabbit and squirrel with a slingshot, to firing his father's flint-lock firearms, little did an eight year old Jeremiah Creed know that he would one day be very accurate and lethal with a firearm of any caliber and size...But he was. He also did not know that one day he would become quite famous...He was that, too. This is the whole story, the life and future legend of a man that some-day would become the old West's very first fast-draw Gunfighter...JEREMIAH CREED

Thousands of people watch the skies in wonder, tens of thousands watch because they believe, ...and many hundreds have been witness to unexplained objects in the sky, most with common sense enough to know the difference between something of this earth, and something that is not Then there are those who are of one mind, to disbelieve ...Why? Because they have never been witness, or just never thought about it, ...they know who they are Max Pruett was one of the latter. He never considered the possibility, until he witnessed it first-hand. But the memory of this sighting will last forever. He was a cattle rancher, pure and simple, he had a wife and son, ...and until that night was happy with his life just the way it was. Staying the night on Carbon Creek, on land that he owned, he witnessed the strange, gliding, almost silver-looking object glide over him not fifty feet off the grassy meadow, ...and then watched it crash, nose-first into a two hundred foot tall solid clay bluff, not a half mile away. When he investigated, he was thrown into an adventure that would last ten days as he would help an alien visitor from a distant world destroy an invading killer from even further away. Failure could possibly change the world's religious beliefs, and possibly the future, because the alien killer was a destroyer of civilizations, ...and they would have to find him in some of the most rugged country there was, The Rocky Mountains of central Colorado ...And no one would ever know, because he was sworn to secrecy. Find out why in "Pruett's Secret" Thank you for reading.