MORE BLAZING FRONTIER ACTION FROM AMAZON KINDLE NUMBER ONE BESTSELLING WESTERN WRITER BEN BRIDGES ... To the south, Mexico was being torn apart by a revolution, but marshal-turned-rancher Jim Allison didn’t give a damn about that … until the rebels crossed over onto American soil one night and made it personal. Next morning, Jim saddled up and rode towards the border, hell-bent on getting revenge on the men who’d shot his friend, and stopping the leader of the revolution from laying his hands on ten priceless white stallions. On the face of it, Jim’s mission looked simple, but he hadn’t counted on having a pair of greenhorns along to slow him down, or having one of his own party threatening to shoot him. Could he stay one step ahead of the rebels in a desert wilderness that was all but impassable? And could he stay alive long enough to reach the final showdown at a place called Thunder Gorge?
For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a writer, but it was my Dad, Henry Whitehead, who really fostered my interest in the west. As a security man employed by a large chemical company, he often found himself working the nightshift by himself, and to pass the long, lonely hours he would hand-copy pictures from old Buffalo Bill Annuals and then fetch them home for me to colour in.
During the day, Dad also made up western stories and dictated them into our old reel-to-reel tape recorder, so that I could listen to them when I got home from school. He even added sound effects as he went along, wiggling his fingers in a bowl of water to give the impression of outlaws fording a shallow stream, or bursting balloons to simulate gunfire. So it's really no wonder that I eventually developed such an interest in the west.
As I grew older, I started reading just about every western I could lay my hands on. I began with J T Edson's Floating Outfit novels and eventually moved on to the Larry and Stretch westerns of Marshall Grover (a.k.a. Leonard F Meares). Along the way, I also started writing westerns of my own, the adventures of Clint Jones, Railroad Detective, being among the earliest.
When the rustlers hit the J-Star ranch, they wounded one of Jim Allison's men and drove off twenty head of cattle. Jim and Tom Jessup got four of them. After the got the wounded man situated and the doctor to look at him, they were to head out after the rustlers to recover their cattle.
Before that happened, the local sheriff stopped by with a stranger and a deal. Stewart Halliday owned a breeding ranch down in Mexico that his daughter was managing. A revolutionary was stirring up trouble and he wanted his daughter and twenty Arabian stallions, worth a small fortune, brought up to the States before the man could get his army at them.
Jim was offered a hefty fee. It was a hundred miles to the ranch across the border, all of it desert, and a hundred miles of the same to get to the border.
It didn't take the two men long to catch and deal with the rustlers. Jim sent Tom back with the cattle and now he was alone.
Jim just gets out of the ranch in time. Word came that the revolutionaries had hit a large ranch just fifty miles away, killed everyone, looted and burned the buildings.
And they were on their way there.
Jim is in charge of the twenty stallions, the owner's rebellious daughter, and a pair of greenhorns, an engineer and his wife. All he had to protect them was six vaqueros and a box of dynamite.
Two hundred miles of desert, an army of men chasing them, and the final showdown is to be in a place called Thunder Gorge, a place with a bad reputation.