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The reflected firelight flickered across awestruck faces and mirrored in the eyes of those who listened as stories were told of yesterday’s indignities and tomorrow’s aspirations. The look in those yearning eyes spoke of hopes and dreams. The laughter heard around the fire conveyed a sense that somehow it would all work out. For a few short hours, on Saturday nights, in the deep woods of a place none of them had ever heard of before, the constant fear that lived within their hearts was banished from their lives.

In time, they would prevail. Their sons and daughters would one day stand straight and tall as proud Americans, as proud as their fathers had been to be Irish.

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We rode in under a cloudless, blue-vaulted sky that seemed to go on forever. I glanced toward the arroyo. Sunlight glistened off a dozen rifle barrels. The sight of those guns gave me hope. Maybe I’d live long enough to see Luke Short in prison. I’d sure hate to die in this scrub patch while Luke was down in Las Cruces, drinking and whoring it up.

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32 Replies to “Excerpts

  1. This is good, Andrew. Really good. Talk about throwing out a fishing line and reeling in the reader…. you do that well.

    1. The majority of the content could be used as an excerpt Jennie . . . at least a half dozen sentences per chapter! It is as good as you say and more . . . methinks!

      1. I know it is, Andrew. ? You have posted longer excerpts of the book before. I think they would be excellent reposts before the book comes out. Just sayin’. Best to you, Andrew.

  2. The reflected firelight flickered across awestruck faces and mirrored in the eyes of those who listened as stories were told of yesterday’s indignities and tomorrow’s aspirations. The look in those yearning eyes spoke of hopes and dreams. The laughter heard around the fire conveyed a sense that somehow it would all work out. For a few short hours, on Saturday nights, in the deep woods of a place none of them had ever heard of before, the constant fear that lived within their hearts was banished from their lives.
    In time, they would prevail. Their sons and daughters would one day stand straight and tall as proud Americans, as proud as their fathers had been to be Irish.
    I thought I felt Mark Twain shiver . . . and every Irish man that ever had the good fortune to shed his blood under the billowing flag of his heartland!
    Great excerpts Bill x

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