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Burgoyne's Gold

by Sky King

236 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0279; ISBN 1-55369-466-X; US$21.50, C$29.95, EUR19.50, £13.50

Mystery, History, Murder, Love and Treasure.

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About the Book 1777 The Colonials took seventy thousand gold guineas from the British and Hessians at the Battle of Saratoga. Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne and the gold were escorted along the Knox Trail to Boston by a contingent of continentals including local farmer Jedediah Simpson: former highwayman and convert to the New Light. Gentleman Johnny reached Boston. The gold did not. Jedediah Simpson disappeared. Was the New Light overwhelmed by the radiance of gold? 2002 Local legend and historian Tom Simpson always believed his ancestor stole the gold. How much was seventy thousand gold guineas worth? Sam Healy and Arletta Cole were afraid the answer was one good friend. But Sam and Arletta had to know if Tom Simpson found the gold before the murderer found him. So they became detectives, historians and treasure hunters, and one thing more: suspects in Tom's murder.

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About the Author Sky King was born in Springfield, Massachusetts to a Ford Dealer and a great local beauty. He spent his early life being showered with things and spoiled by two older sisters. He became a completely self-centered brat quite early and blossomed into a wise acre extraordinaire. The death of his father and the seventies knocked the stuffing out of him and he spent several years on a couch watching Star Trek and Gilligan's Island. After a while, in the pit of disco despair, he straightened up, started to take care of himself and found a job with the handicapped, with whom he spiritually resonated. Finally he found a female strong enough to take him on and help him heal portions of his insanity. Sky is still nuts in a nearly normal kind of way, but has managed to write seven novels and become the father to a beautiful daughter. He has love in his life and possibilities opening like fans. You never know. It could happen to you.

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Sample Excerpt

"Such a dirty mercenary spirit pervades the whole (American Revolution) that I should not be surprised at any disaster that may happen." George Washington writing to Joseph Reed -1776

Chapter 1

History Repeating

We pulled in behind Tom's dusty station wagon. The windows in the dilapidated white colonial stayed dark. The yard stood in dusky shadows. No one answered our knocks.
"Tom and Jack must be out walking," I said.
"Let's try out back," Arletta suggested.
The backyard afforded a view of hilltop orchards dappled in late day sun. Next to a crooked screen door a wooden plaque read "Jedediah Simpson 1760."
I put my face close to the screen and looked into the kitchen. A clock ticked. I saw a table, wooden cupboards, a dish drainer full of dishes, a brown stain on the sink. Was that a laundry bag on the kitchen floor? No. It had a head.
I reeled back against Arletta. She read my expression and moved past me, yanked the door wide and rushed to the figure on the floor. I followed slowly. My mind could not comprehend the stain trailing down the side of the sink to Tom's gaping chest wound.
Arletta searched for a pulse with two fingers then pulled away.
"Cold," she said and stood up. The color drained from her face.
We leaned on each other. No meaning coalesced. Each individual piece of the kitchen stood out in equal importance: the chair, the smooth wall, table, corpse, bloodstains. A bag of herbs hung over the doorway: sage. The smell came to me strongly. Arletta began to gag, buried her head in my chest, dug fingers into my back.
"On the counter," she said.
My head moved, bringing my eyes. None of it seemed to have anything to do with me. My eyes searched along the counter from left to right. My eyes stopped. Something hit me in the chest from the inside. Suddenly I felt horrible and broken, almost crazy.
To the right of the sink lay Jack's silver flask. Our friend kept it with him always. But there it was - curved bottom gleaming.

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