New Release -- GERONIMO MUST DIE by J. R. Lindermuth -- Giveaway!

Half-breed Indian scout Mickey Free has saved Geronimo’s life twice, but how long will that kind of luck hold? Though Mickey and Geronimo have never been friends, murder is serious business on the reservation—and Mickey’s curiosity may be the death of him, too.

When a sharp shooter assassinates several tribal leaders, Mickey believes it’s all part of a plot to incite the Apaches to run from the hated San Carlos Reservation—but proving it before another killing happens requires him to take a dangerous path.

With little to no help from the head scout and the reservation agent, Mickey must find a way to discover who is pulling the trigger—and why. Dangerous factions within the tribes let him know he must trust no one—not even the man he is trying to protect.

When his feelings for a beautiful girl begin to cloud his vision, he starts to question the risks of his mission—is it worth it? And…could the mysterious young woman he’s falling in love with be involved somehow? Before another tribal elder is murdered, Mickey must try to stay alive and learn why GERONIMO MUST DIE…

EXCERPT:

     The first shot raised a cloud of dust between our feet. Flinging myself against Geronimo, I knocked him to the ground and covered his body with my own. The second shot struck and crackled into the framework of the wickiup. After a moment of silence and no more shots, Geronimo barked, “Get off me, fool.”

     I complied. We rose, surrounded by a crowd of muttering warriors who’d been summoned by the shooting. The rifle fire came from a bluff above the camp and a number of men hurried off in that direction. They wouldn’t find the sniper. Having failed in his mission, I knew he was long gone.

      For the second time, I’d saved Geronimo’s life. He seemed no more grateful than he had the first time. Brushing himself off, he inquired if those within the wickiup were unharmed. Assured of the safety of his family, he turned to me. “Why are you here?”

Sieber had sent me. A fool’s mission, though I hadn’t told him so. I learned a long time ago not to argue with Al Sieber.

     Dawn on a frosty morning. Steam rising from the coats of the horses in the corrals. The boys watching the horses huddled with their arms clasped around themselves or blowing on their hands for a little warmth. Dry grass crackled underfoot. We were all hoping for an early spring. Winter was never easy at San Carlos, and this had been no exception

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New Release -- APACHE TEARS by John Duncklee -- Giveaway!

A year of evenings in 1948 spent with "Apache Bill" Russell, a second cousin to Geronimo, listening to his stories and gaining a deep appreciation for his people. I should have been doing homework from the university. Alas, I failed freshman chemistry, but I learned far more from Bill Russell than from any homework, or classes for that matter.

A young Apache boy, Kaetin, loses everything in one fateful night of death when many of his people are massacred by another Indian tribe. Stolen away and forced into captivity, Kaetin waits for his chance to escape, and when it comes, he kills the man responsible for the deaths of his mother and sister so many years ago.  (John Duncklee)

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But Kaetin must learn to accept what has happened in his life and turn away the bitterness that his thirst for revenge brings. Once he joins Geronimo’s band, he faces being shunned by many of the warriors for his unwillingness to become a warrior himself.

Can Kaetin survive in the harsh Apache world and stand true to his own beliefs? Through a white prospector, Silas, he learns that not all White Eyes are treacherous, and that revenge can never bring happiness. Reconciling his losses and his future proves to be the hardest thing he’s ever done.

EXCERPT

The village was silent in death except for the sobbing that came from my friends and relatives. It was a temptation to beg for death, but we were forced into a line and herded away from our village. I kept thinking that my father would come with the other men and rescue us, but I knew they were all hunting far up the canyon. Our Papago captors made us walk away toward the south. None of the White Eyes or Mexicans bothered or helped us. It was not long before we realized that the Papago were taking us to be slaves. It was not only to provide them labor, but also to fulfill their revenge against us, the Apache, to whom they harbored a deep hatred that seemed to have lasted since the beginning of time. 

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New Release -- THE PEACEMAKER by Andrew McBride -- Giveaway

Eighteen-year-old scout Calvin 'Choctaw' Taylor believes he can handle whatever life throws his way. He’s been on his own for several years, and he only wants to make his mark in the world. When he is asked to guide peace emissary Sean Brennan and his adopted Apache daughter, Nahlin, into a Chiricahua Apache stronghold, he agrees—but then has second thoughts. He’s heard plenty about the many ways the Apache can kill a man.

But Mr. Brennan sways him, and they begin the long journey to find Cochise—and to try to forge a peace and an end to the Indian Wars that have raged for so long. During the journey, Choctaw begins to understand that there are some things about himself he doesn’t like—but he’s not sure what to do about it. Falling in love with Nahlin is something he never expected—and finds hard to live with.

The death and violence, love for Nahlin and respect for both Cochise and Mr. Brennan, have a gradual effect on Choctaw that change him. But is that change for the better? Can he live with the things he’s done to survive in the name of peace?

EXCERPT

     Choctaw blinked sweat and sunspots out of his eyes and began to lower the field glasses; then he glimpsed movement.
     He used the glasses again, scanning nearer ground, the white sands. He saw nothing.
     And then two black specks were there suddenly, framed against the dazzling white. They might have dropped from the sky.
     They grew bigger. Two horsebackers coming this way, walking their mounts. As he watched they spurted into rapid movement, whipping their ponies into a hard run towards him.
     The specks swelled to the size of horses and men. Men in faded smocks maybe once of bright colour, their long hair bound by rags at the temple. They had rifles in their hands.
     Breath caught in Choctaw’s throat. Fear made him dizzy. His arms started to tremble. He knew who was coming at him so fast.
     Apaches.

     And you killed them or they killed you.

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