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About Lou Bradshaw
I have been a story teller all my life, and that was often a problem growing up in a truth or consequences family, but I survived with only minimal damage. As a kid in school I was dyslectic and struggled with reading, but I excelled in art, so I made my living as a commercial illustrator /graphic artist.
Once I started reading, I read the ink right off the pages. A few years back, I tried my hand at writing as a hobby. It's still a hobby, but it has also become my passion. My tenth book has just been released, and thanks to readers like you, all are doing well. I've found that writing and art are much the same, in that you build a story or image from a blank page or canvas. Then you build and build on it until it's completed.
I live in the Missouri Ozarks with my wife Avon, where we thoroughly enjoy our lives.
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Titles By Lou Bradshaw
Cain had planned to take the lad to the Arapaho reservation, and give him a taste of what it would be like to live an Indian boy’s life. He would learn more by mixing with black eyed youngsters who could hardly understand what he was talking about. He would work it out, or he’d be happy to get back to his reading, writing, and arithmetic. Shadrack hadn’t planned on him being disappointed.
The boy Zander had no problem mixing with the red tinted lads, and his being there was a good thing for all involved. But the Medicine Man, Buffalo Hump was without a chief and most of the decisions landed in his lap. The elders passed all problems on to Buffalo Hump. The Hump was Spirit leader, and he knew little about White Man’s ways.
An Indian agent of low degree had been allowing ranchers and cattleman to encroach on the reservation. The agent was collecting from the cattlemen and the ranchers were eager to get the land. The only thing Buffalo Hump could think of was to put on his headdress and paint. He knew it would likely wipe out most of the Nation, but war was the only thing knew to do.
Cain went to the fort, to try and get some help from the army, but they were there mostly to keep the Indians from causing trouble… not the whites. The Major knew the situation, but all he could do was to send patrols to help keep things peaceful.
If the Army couldn’t help, and all the tribe could do was start a war, so the only solution was to take matters in his own hands…. Good Choice!
JL would have to forget about dining with the sweet young ladies of Silverton. He had other business to attend to.
Ben was only a short time and distance behind the con man and his partner, who determined that Ben was trailing them…. Without knowing, Ben found himself to be a man with a price on his head… and the price was getting higher by the day. When Ben reached the MB… rifles were ready and waiting to collect the bounty.
The grifter was ready and willing to go above and beyond all limits to kill Ben Blue. It should be noted that limits are set for reasons.
Just doing a simple act of kindness found him at the Agular Land Grant in Colorado, where the Front Range meets the Great Plains. The Agular Grant has been verified by the US Government, and it’s the home of thirty or so families. The problem facing them is coming from the state of Kansas, hundreds of miles to the east.
The Office of Land Management had opened parcels of land to be claimed in western Kansas. But there were some large cattle spreads right in the middle of the area to be claimed. These cattle barons had never bought a single acre of land… they were simply wealthy squatters. And they had to go. Most sold their cattle for what they could get in a tight market. A few drove their cattle west, looking for someplace to light. One powerful rancher had his eye on the Agular Grant, and he had a monster herd moving toward the families who lived there… and Shadrac Cain.
Rescuing the well-known figure was the easy part, but getting him where he needed to be and when, wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Tate and the big man who was loved by many and hated by others, had a long way to go. They would use the iron rails with its cinders, smoke and steam. But the railroads were too easy to watch, and a message sent up the line would have the wrong kind of reception waiting for them.
Whether by rail or on horseback, it was a race to the finish, and nerves were stretched to the breaking point… and beyond.
Cain makes it a habit to do what he can for the all the old trappers he comes across. Slipping a few dollars in one of their pouches, was pretty common with Shadrac Cain. He had been told by an unreliable source that the elder of the group had passed away. But a much more reliable source knew for certain that the old trapper was still above ground and needing help.
There seems to be an organized force working to get Bunny out of his home and off his wild and nearly worthless land. Ride along with Cain and Dog as they do all they can to keep the old man’s final years’ worth living.
Somewhere along the way another soul came into Cain’s life and takes a big chunk of his heart.
When Tate confronts the man named Bandy Clanton, he finds a man who is disturbing to look at, practically illiterate, and one of the most unusual human beings he had ever met. While taking Bandy to Jail in Pecos, Tate receives a message of a bank robbery involving a large amount of cash and at least two killings. His orders are to drop everything and try to head them off at the border. The prisoner wants his day in court and refuses to be un-arrested. JL heads for the border, with Bandy Clanton a few yards behind him.
For a lawman to cross the border without the US State Department’s approval was a major breech of protocol. If caught by the Federales, JL would spend a minimum of 5 years at hard labor…or more. Bandy Clanton was close behind him as Tate crossed the Rio Grande in the dead of night. The best Tate could do was to keep Clanton close by and hope he could he could bring them both back into the US somewhere.
Tighten your cinch and ride along with JL Tate… and Bandy. You just might meet a few strange and interesting folks along the way.
The raiders from the north came to steal ponies, but wound up having a blood bath, with many dead and many more wounded. The numbers included Tall Son’s wife and child. It is believed that a brave with courage and valor will have no problem finding his way to the other world. But a child or a woman has a harder time of it. To be sure that all those killed in the raid can find the other world, every member of the raiding party must be destroyed. He must also block any chance of passage that might show a raider his way to the other side.
When Tall Son is forced to give up the fight, Rubio carries on alone… and that’s the way he wants it.
Billows of smoke on the Wyoming plains usually meant trouble for someone. In this case, it meant a small family was under attack by white renegades. The extra fire power from Cain’s rifle saved the day, but at the cost of the husband and father’s life. With the man gone, the barn burned, and the stock scattered, Cain had no choice but to help get them moved to the nearest town.
Moving what goods and cattle they could gather, Shadrac set out with the aid of teen aged girl and a young boy, while the older woman drove the wagon. A second attack on the trail ended with the raiders being run off again, and one of their number dead. The gang leader swore a blood oath on Cain and dogged him almost to the Montana border.
The families… men, women, and children, were being forced to work long hours with only enough food to keep them going. The families were being kept separated in barbed wire compounds to prevent escapes. The mine operators had a force of over twenty tough border trash bandits for guards.
Even if some were to escape, they would have no idea as to where they were, and starting out in the wrong direction could be disastrous. Not many miles to the west lay the Mescalero Apache reservation. The Apaches were by no means pleased with their situation, and were ready to take it out on anyone who might stumble onto their land.
Cain passes up the chance to press his futile suit to put his life on the line trying to save others. All he had to hear was they were working children as young as seven years, to send him and Dog to southern New Mexico and the Silver Lining Mine. By the time they reached Roswell, they had picked up two others, but that meant the odds were still no better than 6 to 1.
JL was wearing his shiny new US Deputy Marshal’s badge, and doing all he could to keep it shining. But there were those who didn’t care if the badge had a glow or if it had a hole in the middle and was covered with blood. They didn’t want him in the valley.
The valley was on the verge of a range war, and it was Tate’s job to see that it didn’t happen. A pair of long time friends, with complete opposite personalities were ready to start shooting. Cattle had been rustled, and two men had died within a few yards of each other … three weeks apart.
Ranch hands were staying close to their bunkhouse mates, even though they had many friends in the other bunkhouse. No one trusted anyone, and no one rode out alone. The Dead Mule Valley was a powder keg. The fuse was set, and it was just a matter of time before it was lit.
The lives of thirty or so men, two women, and a US Marshal were at stake.
Welcome to the new job, JL