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Fort Hall was the final wagon stop in 1835. The rest was traveled by foot or horseback into the reaches of the Oregon Territory, although more and more of the trail was opening up for the immigrants that had to find their way to the sea. Like many Native Americans, the Shoshone were eventually decimated, then forcibly moved to reservations far from their home. Though the story, Trail of Tears, applied to many southeastern, mid-west and south- west tribes, the Shoshone, enduring the same forced march, nearly slipped into obscurity. But even in the most dire of circumstance, regardless of the...

Johanna Wistfeld felt out of place most of her life. Moved to the new country, then farther west, she lost so much of her family that she was all but alone. However, the Shoshone owned the very land her brother claimed. Joey lost him, soon enough, and was now at loose ends, right in the middle between four vicious tribes, all enemies of one another, and deadly enemies to the palefaces. But she had a secret. Once it was out, spread among the so-called savages, she knew her calling. She could not save everybody, but she could surely try. Tilting at windmills is a common theme, though the book...

Brilliant Angela Christian, subsisting on a meager trust fund and scholarships, has her mind made up. She knows exactly what she wants, and is well on the way to procuring it. Her master’s year at University, she is finally eligible for team field trips, digs, led by the dashing adventurer, Dr. Rex Haldemen. Too dashing. So... perfect. But she has no time for distractions. Education, her goal to be the top of the archaeology world, is her only focus. And the digs are the crucible within which character is formed. That Doctorate is… everything! Dr. Rex Haldemen will have to wait. But ...

Kin… Agua Caliente has nothing to offer but sagebrush and sand. A dried up, brittle town. Little rain, middle of nowhere. The perfect breeding ground for those who hunt in the night. One man stands in their way, so he is removed. Permanently. But the Master Vampire never counted on Kin… Grab your silvered bullets, your silver tipped Bowie and join the hunt. No one else cares in West Texas… Another Storyteller adventure. (Easy Reading Font)

All over this big old world are thing from long ago, hidden away by time and deterioration. Some are beautiful, even in ruins, and you can probably name a half dozen off the top of your head. There are some, however, that are so difficult to find, so dangerous to travel, where we are unwanted, that those explorations have been spotty at best and forty years apart. But little changes in the desert. Not the attitudes, the dismissal of women, and the treasures that await the bold… and the determined. Dr. James Arland and his wife Heidi are such people. Unafraid, determined, and sometimes, ...

Nature can be unkind. The death of a den is a traumatic event to any wolf. No matter that the wolf is the apex predator, like any form of killer, there is sometimes something bigger, stronger, and just as deadly. So, the little pup is on his own. Maybe nature, maybe the Great Spirit, even God, might have taken notice. The little guy had gone through hell. He had not eaten in two days and his chance of survival ran right between slim and none. Red Bird Singing, Red to her white man’s family who raised her, has an affinity for animals, for healing and for a lot more she does not yet ...

They came from extremely opposite poles. She, the revered Mother of an Eastern Orthodox Church, in a bad place among the squabbles that were tearing Yugoslavia apart. He, from eight hundred years as a practiced Master Sorcerer. His skills saved her and yes, in time, her skills saved him. They learned to team up to rescue the hapless refugees in her land, the Serbs. She learned to be a strong, right-hand woman to help her Sorcerer partner deal with her to finish her work. God works in mysterious ways. #TheStoryteller Enjoy!!

They sent the youngest and brightest into the unknown, trusting on brains and a sense of invincibility. No one had ever survived on a moon so far from Earth. But these people had the guts, the skills and the invention of a lifetime. What they needed was luck, and some of that applied. Engineers have few hurry up bones, but put a hole in the habitat and they develop them damned quick-like. But will luck and skill save them? Will love? Grab your helmet and thermal boots. You are going to need them. Let’s go find out. #TheSotryteller. Enjoy.

Angela is nearing her Doctorate in Archaeology while she waits for word from her mentor and fiancé, Dr. Rex Haldeman, lost now, two years on a dig, studying the Mayan ruins of northeastern Guatemala. Not declared dead, but surely not alive, Rex's status is unknown, and it has kept Angela a hermit for two years. But on the second anniversary of his gone missing, she receives a package from him, dated the time he disappeared, two years prior. In it is Mayan artifact, a half of a medallion, and she realizes, somehow, supernaturally, it is calling her to him. As soon as she receives her Ph.D. ...

A half-finished sorceress is not quite a pitiful thing. Two hundred years of masking, outliving every husband, moving from city to city, it all runs together. Then, her son calls her to Oregon City, along the Oregon Trail by wagon train. Headaches, heartaches, and hope! Every skill she has will be called upon, and the only man she will ever love forever comes into her life. Survival, infinite love, it is the way of the sorcerer. Even then.

The Oklahoma territories were fraught with difficulties, from unstable Indian predation to deserters, out and out bandits and if Katie had not been rescued at the point of sale, she would have spent her dismal life in a Mexican bordello. But when Texas Ranger Abe Jones saw evil, he did something about it. She made him promise to quit the Rangers if he married her and he obliged. Even then, it was not easy. Help comes in many ways, and she leads a full, if convoluted life, all on her path to Closure. Enjoy!

There is little fanfare about one of the least known fields of study, that of the swamps of the world. They lack the glory of treasure, but they throw themselves into danger at almost every turn. Some work hard to protect the sanctity and the nature of a preserve, some work to study how it can be manipulated. Marissa Mareaux is a highly intelligent, determined young woman as she steps into her new career. Brought up alongside the Everglades, she is more at home in the swamps than any business or school office. In fact, even more so that with people. It will pay off. Grab your pith helmet, ...

Katherine Lincoln had it made. The perfect mentor, the handsome suitor, the money. Wow! But she was young and easily swayed. She was not sure what she wanted until, stripped of everything, she found it. In the early forties, Peru was a damned dangerous place. Now, she knows... A wild ride by #TheStoryteller, G. Weldon Tucker

A sniper is a lonely, introspective hunter. Danny Copczyk, a tragic widower, is out of the military family, recruiting the talented beauty, Ajax, to him into his own PI firm. He is feeling his age, depressed, and burning out. Seen it all. He has done too much. Killed too many. Suddenly, with Ajax's help, they must stop a sniper off the reservation, rescue a General under threat and take down a known Chicago Strongman. It's a triple play that will test their limits... (Easy reading font)

Sometimes being lucky is better than being good. Even if it stings a little. He should be a vampire. He should be dead. He is a vampire, in a way. But then, from the depths of despair and loss, even rage,. he finds friends, a badge, a mission, and yes, love.Can she save him when the vampires go down? And, with his determination, they must go down, even if it means the end of himself. Fingers crossed. It could be luck. Maybe God's plan to save the west. Either will work. A #DarkWestern Vampire Tale by #TheStoryteller, G. Weldon Tucker

Chief Justice Carver has outgrown those wild days of his youth by over thirty years. Yes, his eyes were on the highest position in the land and he did not dare to allow any of that stuff to come to haunt him. Law clerks have a motto: Nothing is secret. Nothing is sacred. And so, Carver's skeleton began to rattle and no matter his over the top ploys to control it or kill it he is losing. He hates losing... Enjoy! #TheStoryteller

It's worth many billions. It can be used for good... but, that is nowhere near worth the same money. However, Kris Cockran accidentally got the shot of a lifetime, attending the launch out in space. She was merely putting her news story together. And now, she has to be silenced at all costs. But she has caught the attention of a good man, a strong man, one with many skills... They must flee this most dangerous weapon, while trying to stop the evil conglomerate from using it or selling it. Can they succeed, even as their own focus begins to center on each other? Fingers crossed...

There was a Blackfoot so important that it boggles the mind to have him buried in obscurity, lost among the wild tales of success and triumph, regardless of how inaccurate. A non-violet leader, a damned good warrior, and not afraid to kill, if he had to. But he was one of the very few who saw the futility of war against the white man. They tried to kill him, to wipe his People from the face of the earth, but he stood resolute and prevailed. And so, the Blackfoot remain unto this day. Fun to research, fun to write, but the truth herein may be stretched, too. Fodder for #TheStoryteller, right?

Captain Avery Wilcox of the New Orleans PD, has a tough road ahead of her. Perfectly honest, faced with those who are not only criminals, but clever enough to mask themselves or even hide under the umbrella of the Chicago Mob. Leave one tiny slip up, a random error, and all hell breaks loose. Now, of course, not many people believe in the mob, but she will set them straight. A strong woman, backed by a talented man, she will make a difference, even if it kills her. But then, that is damned hard to do. Hold on to your hat, it is daring ride. Enjoy. #TheStoryteller

In the sometimes violent southwest during the growth years of 1850 to 1900, there were many kinds of bandits, outlaws, Indian threats, and gunslingers out to prove a point. There were but three determined kinds of law. The local Sheriff, constrained by jurisdiction, Texas Rangers, spread too thin, and Marshals, for only those ‘important’ federal offenders. But there was another kind of law, the hunter. Paid well on success, bur often dying long before they had the chance to enjoy all that money. Bounties are like gold. The more you get, the more you want. Here is one, who becomes two, ...