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About Paul L. Thompson
Born and raised on a farm and ranch in New Mexico, I only use true locations in all my novels. The name of towns are the same as in the 1880's, some are now ghost towns while others grew into our modern cities of today.
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He didn’t discriminate, he bullied friends, girls and boys and laughed when he hurt them.
One rainy evening Zack had to ride into town to get his mother a bag of flour and a tin of baking powder.
As Zack put the things in his saddlebags, up rode Boras and two more boys. “What cha doin’ in town, you little chicken?”
Zack just undid the reins from the hitch rail and started to climb in the saddle. Boras dove out of his saddle knocking Zack to the ground.
Zack got up, muddy as all get out. “Leave me ah lone, Boras!”
“I’ve got ah rope an’ I’m just gonna drag you in this mud. From now on ‘stead ah callin’ you Chicken, I’ll call you mud boy.” He laughed.
He started pulling that rope from his saddle, tying one end to the saddle horn. He dropped the loop end and started coiling it up. Before the loop was off the ground, Zack lunged with hands in the air scaring that horse. It turned, trotting down the street. The loop got caught around Boras’ ankle, dragging him in that mud.
Donnie Mattis had been playing with guns since he was fourteen years old. Now at twenty-two he was fast and liked to brag at just how fast he was. Even his father had told him, “Donnie, no matter how fast you think you are, there’s always someone faster.” “Pop, you let me worry about that. They’ll just have to up an’ prove it. As I said, I can shoot the eye out of a rabbit er bird at a hundred feet.” “Son, what I’m trying to say, birds and rabbits don’t shoot back.”
Every Sunday he sat in the last row in church and listened to the word of God. On this Sunday the preacher was on a hell’s fire and brimstone rant. “If you harm your neighbor, if you rob and steal, if you lie and cheat, one dark night when least expected the Devil, Satan himself will reach up and drag you down into the Fires of Hell!”
That scared the hell out of little kids, but grow-ups came back with “Amen Brother.”