The first chapter of Stuart Brannon’s Final Shot by Stephen
Bly peaks interest. The prologue mentioned Seaside, Oregon—an interesting
setting for the legendary Stuart Brannon—a man that drove cattle all over South
America and managed to bring a thousand Mexican beef into the Arizona Territory
all by his lonesome.
Bly started Brannon’s Final Shot before he died, June 9,
2011. His wife and sons finished the project. They kept the legendary Stuart
Brannon in and out of many a fracas, avoiding the dime novel author, Hawthorne
Miller and added a bit of romance. I’m sad this is the last of the Brannon
series.
If you haven’t read Stephen Bly’s books, check out Stephen Bly online. In the meantime, read a bit of the first chapter and smile. Every character from beginning to end takes you back to the old west.
CHAPTER ONE
Sunday afternoon,
June 11, 1905
south of Portland
“I thought you was
dead.” The words rumbled out of some deep, dark pit of tales told at late night
campfires and smoky saloons. Thick drops of dirty sweat careened down the
bearded man’s face. A ripped-in-shreds shirt sleeve exposed a long, jagged old
scar on his left arm. Bloodshot brown eyes glared into the future as if
forecasting bad news. Very bad news.
“A common mistake.”
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