The Spanish Peaks: A Novel of Frontier Colorado

Literature & Fiction

Chandler, Jon

Nelsen, Beverly J.

Kelley, Gordon

Genre Fiction

Loveland Pr

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Shaw, Eva

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Writing the Nonfiction Book: A Successful Writer's Guide

Reference

Writing, Research & Publishing Guides

During the mid-1950s, winds of change encircled the globe. In postwar America it was a time of peace and hope, a time of rebuilding, with a resurgence of love for country and family. Elsewhere, all was not so quiet and tranquil. Much of Europe was still recovering from the horrors and destruction of WWII. Old Masters paintings and other priceless objets d’art were stolen from victims of the Reich and secretly stored in mines and vaults all over Germany. Many of those hiding places were discovered after the war—many remain hidden—even today. 
One in particular, the Salzdorf Wellspring was the richest and most magnificent of them all. Even at death's doorstep wearing an immaculate uniform with the coveted Iron Cross next to his heart, the Führer’s last thought was of the single richest collection of art and wealth ever collected—his Salzdorf Wellspring. 
Years later Karl Miller stood where Hitler himself once walked in that secret mine amidst vast treasure. Miller also wore an impeccable uniform with the German Iron Cross next to his heart. He too was possessed by the same evil, sadistic and murderous ways of the Führer. But there was one important difference. Miller wore the uniform of a Captain in the United States Air Force.

The Salzdorf Wellspring

Stevenson, Wade

Journaling. No thanks, you may think. I'm not a writer. Neither was Anne Frank or hundreds of other 'journal'-ists who record their thoughts and feelings every day. The nice thing about journaling is you don't have to have perfect punctuation, create stunning sentences or know how to diagram them. All you have to do is put pen to paper. The Journal Guide is a handy, easy to use journaling tool. Simply align month and date with your mood and a journaling suggestion is presented! Use the Journal Wheel whenever you feel you need help finding a starting point or assistance developing a fresh idea for your journaling session. The Journal Guide Book and Wheel: Produces unlimited paths and possibilities to explore Gets you in closer touch with inner feelings  Enhances your creativity  Creates balance in your life  Improves your writing with skill builders throughout the book Helps you track life events  Promotes healing for your mind, body and soul Is compact yet sturdy and durable, and can be taken anywhere you go. Sometimes, you may think you have nothing to say, to write, in your journal. Or days when the most interesting thing in your life seems to be the weather. I've had them. We all have. If you feel even the weather isn't worth writing about, allow me to offer some encouragement and suggestions. That's why I made the Journal Wheel. Its function is to give you an idea of what to write about on those days when you can think of nothing. The Journal Wheel is designed to give you a nudge, not a Tyson knockout blow. It is a creative tool for those interested in personal growth, development and creative enhancement. It can be what you want it to be -- a helping hand, a friend or an encyclopedia of topics. And who knows, in the future as you read through your journal's pages, you might find, as I did, a "bard" inside you, after all. Start your writing with the Journal Wheel's help, but never feel its suggested technique or subject must confine you. As soon as you feel you would like to change directions, do it! The Journal Wheel is only there to facilitate and initiate your writings... never to dominate or dictate. Consider it the "writer's block" eliminator!

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Bouziden, Deborah

A Historical Overview of Colorado's County Seats and Courthouses.

Cornerstones and Communities: A Historical Overview of Colorado's County Seats and Courthouses

History

Virden, William L.

Americas

DREAMERS ARE BORN NOT MADE 
Sleeping with men for money was not something Leticia Murphy had planned on doing when she grew up, but then, neither had she planned on being orphaned at twelve, or winding up in a godforsaken place in the Kansas Territories like Lizard Flats. But here she was, like most of the other lost souls who’d come West, looking for something better, and in her case, wishing for a second chance. She knew the odds were against her, but it didn’t stop her from yearning. 
There was a ritual from her childhood that she performed each evening as the sun was going down. She would step out onto the balcony off her bedroom above the saloon, lift her face to the heavens to search for the Evening Star, then stand quietly in the growing shadows and listen for the call of the whippoorwill. 
It came from a memory of her mother who had died when she was ten. Always, she was sitting in her mother’s lap outside their clapboard house watching night fall across the land. They would sit on the front step with their bare feet planted firmly in the still warm dirt while enjoying the first cool breezes of evening. As they sat, they would search for the first star and wait for the call of the whippoorwill. Her mother had told her the bird was searching for its mate, but Letty had yet to meet a man who was worth the call. However, the memory was one of the few good ones she had left. Two years after her mother’s untimely death, her father was killed by a Comanche hunting party. Letty survived by hiding in a hollowed out badger hole. That was the last time fate showed her any kindness. At twenty-seven, she was well past the marrying age and nearly too used up to care. Yet she didn’t stop wishing, and she didn’t stop dreaming about a different sort of life. 
Then one day, something happened in Lizard Flats that had never happened before. Word began to spread throughout the area that a real preacher from back East was coming to perform a wedding. The news set off a whole series of unforeseen events. Caught up in the excitement of the occasion, Letty couldn’t help but think that a change was coming for her, too. 
* * * 
A gunshot sounded just outside Letty’s window. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard that sound in Lizard Flats and she would bet her next year’s wages it wouldn’t be the last. When the sound of an argument followed, she didn’t even bother to get up and look out to see what was going on. Chances were she’d see both of the stupid louts who’d started the fuss before the night was out. Men were always the same. Drink. Fight. Then celebrate their victories or losses by paying for her pleasures. And since her friend, Truly Fine’s exit months earlier, Letty was the only woman still working at the White Dove Saloon, which meant she got more than her share of fools in her bed. 
Refusing to think about the boredom of her life, she pushed the coal oil lamp a little closer to the mirror and then leaned forward, giving herself a final check before going downstairs. 
Her eyes were still blue. Her hair was still brown, but there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes that hadn’t been there last year. She pouted her lips to check her lip rouge then gave a stray curl a final tuck. It didn’t do to dwell on the inevitable. She was getting older. The day was going to come when she would no longer be able to get a dollar for each man that she laid. 
The strange thing was, she had never been able to see beyond that fear. What happened to old whores, she wondered? Did they just dry up and blow away like the earth in Lizard Flats, or was there something worse? Something more sinister than even she could imagine? 
She made a face at herself just as Will the Bartender banged on her door. 
"Letty! You come on downstairs now. I got customers wanting a little female attention." 
"I’m coming! I’m coming!" she yelled. Just before she left her room, she blew out the lamp and then walked to the open door leading out onto her small balcony overlooking main street. 
There was a faint breeze blowing, shifting the thin lace panels over her windows in an effort to get inside. She ran her fingers over the lace. Hanging the curtains had been a feeble attempt to give elegance to her life, but they also gave her a sense of satisfaction to know she’d paid for them herself. Her momma would have loved the fine lace, she thought, as she walked out onto the balcony, although she would have heartily disapproved of how Letty had come by the money to pay for them. 
Once outside, she looked up. The sky was clear without a cloud in sight - the Evening Star already evident. The air smelled of dust and gunpowder. The thin slice of moon hanging just above the horizon would not cast many shadows upon the darkening land. For Letty, it was a night like so many others, yet she still listened, waiting to hear that call. 
Just as she was about to give up and go inside, she heard the haunting, mournful coo of a lone whippoorwill. Even though it was what she’d been waiting to hear, it brought shivers to her skin. Somewhere beyond the lights of the town, a small brown bird was calling to its mate. The sound was a reminder of who she’d been and not what she’d become, and it gave her enough solace to face the oncoming night. Satisfied, she walked back into her room and closed the door. It was time to get to work.

Whippoorwill (Letty & Eulis)

Sala, Sharon

Sale, Sharon

Contemporary

Matt Andersen was dead. 
Shot down in a hold up that shocked the small community of Bozeman, Montana. At least the townsfolk thought he was dead. A case of mistaken identity may have saved Matt's life but it would have to be a life lived in exile. His adventures took him south where he served in the confederate army. After the Civil War, he followed his commanding general to Texas to work as a hired gun. Range wars and cattle drives kept him busy, and home life on the ranch was good. 
Then, one summer day, three cowboys rode in from Montana to bring him home. Matt's life would change forever as he found himself having to decide between the life and love he found in Texas and his family's ranch in Montana. 
A sweeping saga of greed, lust, gunfights, cattle drives, and family loyalty, Across the Brazos is a story of one man's struggle to find himself and his home.

Across The Brazos

Williamson, Ermal Walden

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