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Expose and Execute

by Lyal LeClair Fox

163 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-1018; ISBN 1-4120-0648-1; US$17.50, C$20.08, EUR14.50, £10.50

John becomes the hunted instead of the hunter, while trying to expose and execute those responsible for framing and hanging his best friend for a murder he didn't commit.

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About the Book John Cameron was going home for the first time in nineteen years, but his homecoming would be far from what he was anticipating. He couldn't wait to tell his best friend, Jack Marion, about his trip to Alaska, and what he found there. His exuberance turned to shock, when he learned that Jack had been hung, for murdering him. How could somebody get Jack convicted for murdering his best friend. They were born, neighbors, on farms, in southern Iowa, and their families moved to the same area in northeast Kansas at the same time, just prior to the Civil War. They grew up together, played together and shared their families hardships and heartaches together. They were like brothers. John was determined to find out who was behind this deceitful act. In his quest to expose and execute those responsible, he found himself in danger.

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About the Author The author, born and raised on a farm in southern Iowa, is also the author of the Civil War romance novel "Reflections from the Riverbank", and the western, mystery-romance, novel "Verdict of Vengeance".

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Sample Excerpts

... When John had finished, Red Hawk leaned over and handed him a long stemmed pipe that he had been gently puffing on, saying, "Much has happened since you not here."

John reached for the pipe, took two or three long puffs, handed it back, and said, "What's been going on? Your village looked almost deserted when I rode in."

"No one here, except for a few old people like me who come back here for a few weeks every summer." said Red Hawk, sadly. "Many dead from white man diseases, some killed by the Sioux, and some just left our village and never came back, trying to keep from being put on reservation," continued Red Hawk. "Those left were rounded up by white mans Army in 1876, after Little Big Horn, and put back on reservation in Oklahoma Territory. A few of us come back, when we can, to remember the good days. The army doesn't seem to mind as long as it's just a few of the old. Soon - this will be gone too. The young don't care."

"I'm sorry to hear that, -- that's terrible," said John, surprised, "Who would have thought that your people would have been treated that way? Many of you were friends of the white man." "Have you seen my friend Jack since all this happened?" added John.

Red Hawk turned and looked at the old woman at the back of the tent for a moment, then turned back toward John, and looking down at the fire, said slowly, "You - don't - know?"

"Know what?" answered John quickly, in a stern and fearful voice, and seeing the look on Red Hawk's face.

Red Hawk raised his head, and looking John straight in the eyes, said, in a much firmer voice, "Jack is dead. He was hung for murder about 4 years ago."...

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... "She's in the kitchen fixing something for those people over at that table," said Jerry, nodding his head in the direction of a table with four people sitting at it, "I'll tell her you're here, but you had better ------,"

Jerry stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked toward the front door. His eyes went quickly, back and forth, from the front door to John, and then he slowly moved away from John. John knew instantly that he was in trouble.

John watched Jerry's eyes and saw that they were looking at two different places when he looked toward the front door. If John was correct, there were two people, one on each side of the door. He reached down slowly and loosened his gun in its holster. He slid his empty glass to his left down the bar, then picked up the whiskey bottle, and with arm outstretched, slowly began pouring.

"Are you John Cameron?" a voice asked, from the direction of the front door.

John quit pouring, slowly moved his left hand, holding the whiskey bottle, till the bottle was no longer over the bar, then let it drop to the floor. In that split second as the bottle crashed on the floor, John pulled his gun from its holster, whirled toward the door, and fired twice...

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... John woke early the next morning and just lay there thinking about the happenings of the day before. He was still confused about the voice he heard at Jack's grave, and finally decided it was a figment of his imagination, from being exhausted, after such a long day. Even so, he decided it wasn't such bad advice, and it might be wise to follow, at least, some of it. Especially the part about trying to find Jack's son, Michael, and tell him the truth about his father. After all, he did owe Jack at least that much, and even more, so he should at least do that.

John got up, dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. He spotted Buster, the jailer, sitting by himself at one of the tables, so went over and said, "Do you always eat breakfast in here?"

"No," said Buster, looking toward the door, and appearing a little nervous. "I've been waiting to talk to you. Sit down, there's something I wanted to tell you yesterday, but didn't get the chance."

John sat down and the waitress came over to take his order. He ordered breakfast, and looking at Buster, said, "What is it you wanted to tell me?"...

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