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James McCloud: Texas Ranger
This full Novel is what the shorter stories I have written came from; Enjoy the complete works of James McCloud Texas Ranger with more yet to come.
Poking the evening cook fire with a stick and stirring the embers until flames gave new life to the campfire coals, John, the trail cook settled the blackened coffee pot back onto the rekindled flames. Sitting there tilting, it boiled up a fresh pot of coffee. He continued his tale to the group of cowhands and told them of the territory they were now passing through.
“A couple decades ago, these parts had folks livin’ around here. Hooking his thumb over his right shoulder he told them, “Beyond that rise out there, was a small mining town called Arapahoe Junction. There’s nothin’ left there now but a few snake infested dilapidated buildings and the bones of mostly innocent folk.” Stopping to pause, the cook’s eyes took on a tired sadness as the memories came flooding back to him.
“I rode through there a few years back. I needed to see what remained. Other than some leaning building frames and sun bleached planks lying about, there’s nothing that would ever say it was my home or anybody else’s. As towns went, it wasn’t a bustling one but it weren’t a tent town either. We had a dry goods store, livery, saloons, and a couple of bordello’s book ending the town. It coulda’ grow’d into a real nice town ‘cepting for the Sheriff. Yes Sir that was one evil man. He needed killin’ something real bad. I ain’t ashamed to say that my brother, I and a few others took to doing it. It’s kinda’ ironic actually. In trying to save the town, we ended up killing it!”
Poking the evening cook fire with a stick and stirring the embers until flames gave new life to the campfire coals, John, the trail cook settled the blackened coffee pot back onto the rekindled flames. Sitting there tilting, it boiled up a fresh pot of coffee. He continued his tale to the group of cowhands and told them of the territory they were now passing through.
“A couple decades ago, these parts had folks livin’ around here. Hooking his thumb over his right shoulder he told them, “Beyond that rise out there, was a small mining town called Arapahoe Junction. There’s nothin’ left there now but a few snake infested dilapidated buildings and the bones of mostly innocent folk.” Stopping to pause, the cook’s eyes took on a tired sadness as the memories came flooding back to him.
“I rode through there a few years back. I needed to see what remained. Other than some leaning building frames and sun bleached planks lying about, there’s nothing that would ever say it was my home or anybody else’s. As towns went, it wasn’t a bustling one but it weren’t a tent town either. We had a dry goods store, livery, saloons, and a couple of bordello’s book ending the town. It coulda’ grow’d into a real nice town ‘cepting for the Sheriff. Yes Sir that was one evil man. He needed killin’ something real bad. I ain’t ashamed to say that my brother, I and a few others took to doing it. It’s kinda’ ironic actually. In trying to save the town, we ended up killing it!”
292 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 8, 2016
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