Prologue: Shadow Death Gulf; 1853
The Drifter strode along the desert.
He wore a dirty, black colored hat.
"Hell, God will stuff everything up", he said.
He had had seen a lot of death in his 32 years.
He saw a black colored crow pecking into a dead man's chest.
"Ugh!", he looked away in disgust. And then he rode away as fast as possible...just as the north winds blew him off his horse.
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The Saloon of Dead Men A Western
Fiction HistoriqueIn 1853, a mysterious Drifter heads to a place where no men dare to travel. And, as he arrives, he brings death to those who threaten him. The new historical Western/Adventure novel by Robert Helliger, author of "The hook man only comes out at night...
