I’m proud to announce that my latest novel ‘Call of the Gun’ will be released soon.
From ‘The War is Over’: The saga of an ex-confederate soldier Wes Hawkins and a young ex-slave girl Lizzie continues in Volume Two ‘Call of the Gun’
Three years ago, ex-confederate soldier and gunfighter Wes Hawkins hung up his guns and settled down on a small farm in Kansas trying to put his reputation behind him.
The farm was owned by Amos and Rufus Mosby two ex-slaves who left Alabama after the war with hopes of building a new life. Wes met Amos on a wagon train in Missouri and they struck up a friendship during the journey westward.
During his three years of service in the Confederate Army and the two years that followed he saw firsthand the prejudice and injustice of a man’s skin color.
When he settled down on the Mosby farm and hung up his guns he thought the war was over and all that prejudice and injustice and killing would stop.
His nightmares of the war and the men he had killed were now few and far between. Three years had passed since he hung up his guns and he was at peace. He had a small cabin, a few acres of land the Mosby’s had given him in payment for work. He had found solitude, peace of mind and love . . . but his solitude was soon to be disrupted, his peace disturbed and his love challenged.
From ‘The War is Over’: The saga of an ex-confederate soldier Wes Hawkins and a young ex-slave girl Lizzie continues in Volume Two ‘Call of the Gun’
Three years ago, ex-confederate soldier and gunfighter Wes Hawkins hung up his guns and settled down on a small farm in Kansas trying to put his reputation behind him.
The farm was owned by Amos and Rufus Mosby two ex-slaves who left Alabama after the war with hopes of building a new life. Wes met Amos on a wagon train in Missouri and they struck up a friendship during the journey westward.
During his three years of service in the Confederate Army and the two years that followed he saw firsthand the prejudice and injustice of a man’s skin color.
When he settled down on the Mosby farm and hung up his guns he thought the war was over and all that prejudice and injustice and killing would stop.
His nightmares of the war and the men he had killed were now few and far between. Three years had passed since he hung up his guns and he was at peace. He had a small cabin, a few acres of land the Mosby’s had given him in payment for work. He had found solitude, peace of mind and love . . . but his solitude was soon to be disrupted, his peace disturbed and his love challenged.
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