Here you can find my current books of realistic and historic fiction. As an educator, it is my desire to write quality works that provide clean and fun entertainment, without relying on obscenities or distasteful violence. Language is indicative of the period/setting and may include dialogue that includes mild slurs that were common from unsavory characters at the time. Messages in my stories are universal to standard ethics.
The LLANO KID series is written to entertain fans of the western genre. Many of my inspirations come from Louis L’Amour who wrote dozens of great works over a long career as “America’s Story Teller”. The Llano Kid series is written for readers of all ages. Each novel is a little over one-hundred pages.
My energy thriller, titled AQUALENE, is a suspenseful tale of what happens when petroleum runs out in a world thirsty for gasoline. Here is a David & Goliath story of a young mineralogist pitted against the long hand of Big Oil. Settings include the International Space Station, Underground Seattle, and a secret refinery in California. Multiple plot lines augment the complexity of the subject, making this novel more desirable to sophisticated readers.
“Reckon you’ll git more amusement from that there card game, mister." As I walk out of the joint I give him that inscrutable Indian look. "You just set back down and finish it.”
Can a “half-breed” drifter from Cherokee Country clean up a tough mining town and live to tell about it?
“There’s a lot more gold in there, I tell yuh. Struck me a nice vein, amongst some Injun writing … mebbe seventy-five paces inside. Don't let 'em git at it, boy!"
Piano Joe let go a guttural laugh. “Sounds like you fellas got three big fish to fry!”
In front of the sprawling cluster of saloons and brothels along Front Street, I swung down and tied my bronc to a hitching rail. Several horses stood there, oblivious to the tin-panny music that blared from a music box inside a beer hall across the street. The second place I entered was as much a dive as the first; a passel of smelly hard cases held cards and drank rye around battered wooden tables in a smoke-filled room.
“What’chu lookin’ for, Injun?” growled a broad-shoulder husky man with a shock of bright red hair hanging over glazed eyes. “Don’t reckon it be whiskey.”
World oil supplies are tumbling, with gasoline rationing at $17 a gallon. Aqualene will cost less than a dollar … if only Adam Harlow can get his fuel formula to NASA before Big Oil gets to him.
Book 6 Known for his lightning fast six-gun and a quest for justice, the Llano Kid finds himself on the dodge after backing down a bigot marshal making up his own laws in Stump Weed. On his way out of town Llano discovers his long time friend Joe Remy, a Black piano player who is […]
