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Death Rider
DEATH RIDER
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  • Paperback
  • Feb.15.2008
  • 9780741445506

D. J. gives an overview of the book:

Brodie Jones had been on his own since he was fifteen years old.  He had headed west as a hunter, lived several years as a mountain man and scouted for the Fremont expeditions.  At the outbreak of the Mexican War, he was scouting for the US Army. Through his friend Kit Carson, he had met and fallen in love with Maria Santiago, the daughter of a wealthy land grant holder in New Mexico.  While scouting for a patrol in the mountains near Taos, the Santiago hacienda was attacked by an Apache war party.  When Brodie reached the hacienda, he found the entire family had been massacred.   The mountain man spent the better part of the next year tracking the warrior band all over the southwest territory from Taos down into Mexico and back multiple times, all the while extracting his revenge.  He had killed twenty-three of the warriors from the war party, the remaining eight...
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Brodie Jones had been on his own since he was fifteen years old.  He had headed west as a hunter, lived several years as a mountain man and scouted for the Fremont expeditions.  At the outbreak of the Mexican War, he was scouting for the US Army.

Through his friend Kit Carson, he had met and fallen in love with Maria Santiago, the daughter of a wealthy land grant holder in New Mexico.  While scouting for a patrol in the mountains near Taos, the Santiago hacienda was attacked by an Apache war party.  When Brodie reached the hacienda, he found the entire family had been massacred.  

The mountain man spent the better part of the next year tracking the warrior band all over the southwest territory from Taos down into Mexico and back multiple times, all the while extracting his revenge.  He had killed twenty-three of the warriors from the war party, the remaining eight were ambushed and killed by scalp-hunters.  During the period he was tracking down the Apaches, he had several encounters with a group of scalp-hunters that were also hunting Apaches.  At that time the Mexican Governor was paying a bounty for Apache scalps and a band of renegades were roaming the territory killing anyone with long black hair and taking their hair.   

With all of the war party dead, Brodie had been left feeling empty and alone.  His quest for revenge had driven him and been his only reason for living to that point.  Then a strange event briefly allied him with the Apaches, the outcome of which gave new meaning to his life and a reason to go on.
 

Death Rider is a historical western.  Many of the names, places and events are factual; the character of Brodie Jones is purely fictional. 

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Shielding his eyes against the intense midday desert sun, Brodie chanced a quick glance out from behind the rocks where he was hiding. Mesquite, cacti, sand and rocks were all he was able to make out. There were no signs of his attackers, but he knew that didn’t mean they weren’t out there somewhere. If he had learned nothing else over the past several years on the frontier, he had learned the Apaches didn’t let their presence be known until they wanted, then more often than not, when they did, it was much too late.

Slowly Brodie turned and slid back down to sit on the ground behind the boulders. The pain in his side had become excruciating. If he was going to have any hope of surviving, he knew the arrow had to come out and the bleeding would have to be gotten under control and both of those things would have to be done soon.

The shaft of an Apache arrow protruded from his right side, just below his ribs. Even though the tip was buried several inches deep, the shaft had not passed all the way through his body. The barbs of the arrowhead negated any thought of pulling it back out the same way it had entered; Brodie knew it would compound the severity of the wound by tearing up his insides if he tried to pull it out the same direction it had entered.

“Well Hoss, looks like you’ve really stepped in it this time,” he spoke through clenched teeth, trying to fight against the pain. “After all these months, you’ve chased the bastards till they finally caught you.”

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About D. J.

I currently live in the North West Suburbs of Chicago with my wife of forty-one years. 

I was born in a small farm town in Nebraska.  Shortly after my birth, my Dad sold the farm and moved us in near Chicago so I could go to Shriner’s Crippled...

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