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I’ve republished The Rode to Justice (John Rode, 1st-grade detective, murder stories) Kindle book. I have put the book ‘UNJUSTIFIED’ after I got a review on Amazon. As you can see, the reviewer said he would have given it a five-star review instead of a four-star review, if it was not for the wide spacing.

‘I gave this four stars in my review. KJ tells a story from a 51-year-old* detective’s point of view. I found it very interesting and engaging even though the story was several bundled into one with common thread of the Homicide Detective daily life in New York city. You can imagine how busy he was there. His young female partner, he tries to protect and nurture her abilities at the same time. With a little work this could easily become a five star book but needs a little work especially on spacing. There are sudden…

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Two Worlds

Unless you are rich, we are all like that unwanted house guest.

See, there's this thing called biology...

I watched one of those tourism videos about the place I live, the quaint shops, the famous people who visit, the history, the beauty all around us, and while all these things are true, my cynicism soon began to kick in and I so wanted to make a video of my own. The other side of the story, the wrong side of the tracks, what life is actually like for 80% of the people struggling to survive here.

Everybody has these videos, right? The one’s that say come visit us, come to paradise……bring your money.  We’ve been busy gentrifying the area for some time now, so people see the facade, the fun, the retirement potential, this thin veneer laid over the truth and reality of most people’s lives that I so want to poke big holes in.

I question my own motives sometimes, I wonder why this all matters to…

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It’s so sad!

59e15-dec2b30252c2b20142b11253a51253a342bamToday I learnt that one of my biggest fans passed away suddenly. I met him at a bike rally. I wasn’t in it but at one of their stops passing through our little town, I had set up a book signing at the tavern. “Tommy Deans” he bought the first book in my Lightning in the Tunnel series and I signed it for him. The next week he returned and wanted the next books in the series. Doug loved the first book and was an avid reader. He bought the rest of the series that were written and couldn’t wait until the next book was published. I would call him or he would call me upon learning another book was published. A year earlier, his wife Sherry battled Breast cancer and was on her way to recovery. Doug and I the last time we saw each other discussed possible endings of the series, he tried to guess which way I would go. He died suddenly before the book was actually published. It is still in editing. His wife told me that she wanted to get that book for the collection he had going. She told me that Doug complained of aches and pains, they thought it was arthritis in his body. It turned out to be cancer. At least he didn’t suffer long, he went in thirty days. God speed Doug until we meet again.

The new America

As the reality of the new America sinks in, I’m back to writing and reading again.

It is hard to believe the results of our election but having to choose the lesser of two evils, the American people wanted a change. Any change would do in their minds. I hope we don’t live to regret it. My first books were the apocalyptic series called “Lightning in the Tunnel” I just hope our new President doesn’t make it come true. Drop by Amazon and check it out called “Lightning in the Tunnel- in the Beginning” for those wishing to see what would happen when the President pushes that nuclear button.

Now, I can concentrate on writing again instead of the election. It has side track me on several occasions. I should be able now to finish “Saddle Spur” and get it ready for editing. It took me almost three hundred rewrites to get my first series into print. Saddle Spur will only take me twenty rewrites, so I must be getting better or under the illusion that I am. LOL

Talk back, I’m listening. How many rewrites did it take you? Have a great day and pray for World peace and harmony.

Hi, Wildoats back again.

I’m a horse so they tell me.

Picking up where I left off. Remember, John worked in a leather shop to create my first halter, bridle and repair my first saddle. The saddle was the one thing I couldn’t stand for the longest time, but each day John placed it on my back until it became second nature. The most important thing John taught me was to leave the barn whenever anyone new came to the farm. “Someone might take you away, so you have to learn to hide yourself.” John told me. There was no way anyone would separate my Pal and I.  So I gladly learned with his teaching how to quickly escape the barn and hide, letting no one else near me. As spring came and went each year, me and John were almost inseparable. He started hanging bags of seed on the saddle, that was no bother. I learned how to walk the rows being planted and not step on the new seed that would bury it too deep. After each day in the fields, I enjoyed rolling in the dirt after he removed the saddle, or jumping into the water and swimming with John, Caleb and Chloe. Sometimes even the dark, gray-haired man would join us. It was in my third summer when John saddled me up like normal, then he said to me, “I’m going to climb on your back, don’t buck me off”. I wasn’t sure about this as he put his foot in the stirrup and swung upon my back. He didn’t weigh much more than what I had carried for him before. He was gentle as he sat on me, petting my neck saying, “Take it easy pal, it is only me on your back.” His loving touch kept me calm, so I wouldn’t buck. We stayed there for a few minutes while I adjusted to his weight. He took the reins and slowly turned my head, directing me to move in that direction. I responded and we went for a short ride. When we returned to the barn, he and I were excited, experiencing this togetherness. After that, neither of us could wait until the next time. I felt John’s unhappiness when a buckboard showed up with his injured Pa and John worried he might die. When his father recovered and returned back to the war, we both were happy. The first time John fired a thing he called a pistol from my back, I did get spooked, but a few calming words from my pal and I was alright. He used the pistol whenever hunting rabbits, becoming very good at hitting his target. The first time he took what he called a rifle, we went deer hunting far from the farm. He bagged his first deer while sitting on my back. John was always talking to me and explaining things as he saw them. Sometimes he would ask my opinion and since I knew yes and no answers, I usually answered him back. He soon learned that if I had no answer or opinion that I would respond by blowing air out. This is my story about how we became such pals. You can read our adventures together in Saddle Spur, the story of John and I.