Sample from chapter two, by Clay More which is a pen-name for Keith Souter. Keith was born in St Andrews, Scotland. He studied Medicine at Dundee University and then practiced as a family doctor in the city of Wakefield, England for thirty years. While he was at medical school he started to write children’s stories for a family magazine, but after qualifying as a doctor the exigencies of the job were such that the focus of his writing was on medicine. He has also been a health columnist for almost thirty years and haswritten about a dozen medical and health books. In addition he writes non-fiction books including
Schoolboy Science Remembered; The Pocket Guide to Dice and Dice Games; The Little Book of Genius; The Little Book of Golf; Medical Meddlers, Mediums and Magicians – the Victorian Age of Credulity and The Classic Guide to King Arthur. Using the pen-name of Clay More he writes traditional westerns with the Black Horse Westerns imprint of Hale of London:
Raw Deal at Pasco Springs; Nemesis for the Judge; Double-Dealing at Dirtville; A Rope for Scudder and
Stampede at Rattlesnake Pass. He also writes Scottish-based crime novels as Keith Moray for Hale:
The Gathering Murders; Deathly Wind; Murder Solstice and
Flotsam and Jestsam. In 2006 he won a Fish Prize for his short historical story "A Villain’s Tale" and writing as Keith Souter started a series of historical mysteries set around Sandal Castle, the ruined medieval castle that he lived within arrowshot of:
The Pardoner’s Crime and
The Fool’s Folly. Hen. The summer of 2012 the first in his series of Victorian children’s adventures begins with
The Curse of the Body Snatchers by G-Press. his website is
www.keithsouter.co.uk and his blog is
http://west-uist-chronicle.blogspot.co.uk He is a member of the Society of Authors, The Crime Writers’ Association, Medical Journalists’ Association, International Thriller Writers, Western Writers of America and Western Fictioneers.
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Jim Danby took a final glance at his watch then stowed it inside his vest. He ran the back of his hand against the three days’ growth of stubble on his cheek and stretched himself in the saddle. He was a lean, rangy man of about thirty with a ready, toothy smile and cruel eyes. A product of the War, he and his men had ridden with Quantrill and reveled in the Lawrence Raid. Since then, under his leadership, the Danby gang had become one of the most successful and feared gangs in the West. They had parlayed their wartime skills into bank-robbing. And in Danby’s eyes, they were the best, because he was the best. Planning and ruthless execution were his tenets.
“Any moment now,” he said to Wes Hammond, his lieutenant and comrade of almost ten years.
Wes Hammond nodded dispassionately. Unlike Danby, he was not given to smiling, unless he was doing what he was best at—hurting people. He was about the same age and build as his boss, although with his longer hair, petulant lips and clean-shaven face he looked somewhat younger. He nodded and pulled his hat firmly down on his head.
Danby put a hand on the pommel of his saddle and turned round to face the twenty mounted men. They had gathered out of sight of the town in the trees that fringed the boulders on the other side of Wolf Creek. “Okay boys, we go in as planned, as soon as we hear the first two shots. We cross the ford and hit the town. I’ll take the first column down the main street. Wes will lead the other down the first left, then along Lincoln Street. You all know the layout.”
Wes turned in his saddle. He drew out his beloved .42 Le Mat cap and ball black powder revolver. Not made for fast drawing, it was virtually a one-man artillery piece. With nine shots in its cylinder for shooting from the regular barrel, it also had an 18-gauge shotgun barrel beneath for its tenth shot. He hefted it in his hand and raised it. It had been a popular piece among various elements of the Confederacy. It took time to load—but as a killing piece, he was proud of it. And on a raid such as this, once he had discharged every round, he had his Navy Colts to fall back on.
“We are all armed to the teeth. This will go as smooth as silk. We’re going to divide up into threes and fours. Each group will take one of the sections of the two main streets. Bates and Milton will already have cut the town in two and contained the law, so one man from each group will cover all the alleys and side streets in his section. If anyone so much as pops their head into an alley, discourage them. If they won’t stay discouraged—kill them.”
Danby grinned. Although Wes had needed to be shown who was the master in their early days, he liked to think that he had inculcated and refined a streak of ruthlessness in him. “Ketch and Jackson, you two know what you have to do?”
A stocky young rider at the back grinned. “Sure we know, boss. We shoot every damned horse we see.”
To read more of this entertaining western, you will have to buy the book and now is the time because Wolf Creek Book 2: Kiowa Vengeance is coming soon.
This Sample is from the opening chapter by Bill Crider. Crider is a native Texan and former college teacher and administrator living
in scenic Alvin, Texas, near enough to the Texas Gulf Coast to have been
through two hurricanes. He has written around seventy-five novels in various
genres, including both standalone westerns under his own name and series western
novels under various house names. His mystery novels featuring Sheriff Dan
Rhodes have been appearing just about every year since 1986. He has been
nominated for the Edgar Award and the Shamus Award for his novels, and He won
the Anthony and Derringer Awards for his short crime fiction. His wife, Judy, is
his proofreader and constant inspiration. They make a great partnership. If you want to learn more about them, check out Bill's website at www.billcrider.com or follow his blog at http://billcrider.blogspot.com.
