Bøger af Mac (O H ) McClelland

The Boss's comment about carrying a gun stuck in my head later when I saw a shootout in town. One cowboy emptied his gun at another cowboy without even comin close. His opponent killed him with his second shot. I made up my mind to practice with my new six-gun on the way back to Texas and bought a pile of ammo for that purpose. The Boss didn't rush back to Waco, but neither did he lollygag either. He sold most of the horses, along with the cattle, keeping only the best to use for the next trip and an old lead steer we called Brindle. Brindle had made every trip to Abilene with The Boss and knew the way better than we did. We would stop evenings early enough for the horses to get filled up on grass. I took advantage of the evenings by practicing drawing and firing my pistol at least an hour. During the day, I carried the gun in my hand, aiming and dry firing at cactus or other objects. I took a lot of ribbin from the crew, but the speed and accuracy that I attained gained their respect.

Mid-morning of the seventh day the stagecoach encountered the remnants of a large buffalo herd. The miner was riding on top with the driver and guard at the time. After a brief discussion the driver and guard agreed to stop and invite Kelly to join them with his Spencer rifle. They felt sure a hunting party or two would be chasing the herd and could decide to attack. Gary, the miner, moved back into the coach. The driver warned the passengers of an impending attack and asked the men to keep their guns ready and the women to lie down on the floor if Indians did appear. Kelly grabbed an extra box of ammunition and scrambled up to join them. The driver rested the horses for a half hour before starting again. He then put them to a gallop to make up for lost time and to get them past the buffalo as soon as possible. The Indians appeared off to the south of their trail about a mile away, running on an interception course. The driver whipped up the horses to a full out run. "Looks like a couple dozen or more, men. We got trouble!" The driver, Old Bill, then leaned over to holler to the passengers below. "Indians coming. You got about five or ten minutes!" Kelly broke open a box of cartridges and filled his right pocket and took up a position looking backward, moving the baggage to give him a good field of fire. He took a sip of water from his canteen and waited. As the Indians drew closer, it become obvious that they had misjudged and would come in behind the stagecoach instead of in front and beside. Their ponies were speedy, though and quickly overtook the coach.

Doctor Harris has found a way to erase portions of one's memory. With the assistance of his secretary, Sharon, he advertises for clients and for a fee, he helps them forget some unpleasant activities from their past. Unbeknownst to the Doctor, Sharon goes into business for herself and starts blackmailing the clients' spouses! How long will the goose continue to produce the golden eggs? Neither the doctor nor his secretary was prepared to deal with their own guilty consciences or an attorney that recovers his memory and starts a hunt for the blackmailer! The plot takes another turn and things heat up when the police enter the story. Who is guilty and who is not! And if guilty, what are they guilty of doing wrong?

Southern California basin, held hostage for their water supply pays $80 million in gold bullion to the extortionist. Detective Adam Waterman, with the Los Angeles County Police Department is assigned the job of recovering the gold. Almost the perfect crime except for converting the gold bullion to usable cash. An intricate tale of suspense unfolds in the hills of Tehachapi, California. There is an unexpected twist, when Emily appears on the scene. Unaware of her father's complicity, she falls in love with the man commissioned to track him down.

A modern day western of the dilemma faced by the Bureau of Land Management regarding the problem of the numerous wild horse herds that roam the west. With no natural enemies, wild horses greatly propagate diminishing their food supply. This combined with inbreeding threatens the survivability of the wild horses. Does the Author have the solution? You decide.

"Mac, Flying Higher" is not a story of my life. That would be way dull; rather, it is a "collection of recollections" of various "happenings" in my life. I didn't achieve any extraordinary goals during my lifetime, but I was fortunate, in that I had a very wide assortment of "careers", all of which provided me with much enjoyment and some disappointment. I have been a cowboy, a farmer, a Marine Drill Instructor, a Marine Attack Pilot, a Marine Jet Fighter Pilot, a Marine- Helicopter Pilot, a real estate salesman, broker, building contractor, developer and spec builder. Each occupation has in some way contributed to my education and mental attitude. Some were not sufficiently exciting or amusing to rate space in this manuscript so were not included. (You should thank me for that!) Anything that I learned from my various escapades probably arrived too late to be of any value to me, but if any wisdom seeps down to you, the reader, or some amusement is derived from these writings, my time and effort will all have been worthwhile.

Critters, birds and animals celebrate each notable holiday in their own unique way. Cleaverly couched in critters' talk to entertain the young mind, yet each story has its own lesson on both morality and spirituality.