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THE BUSHWHACKERS
Heck Martin’s motto was simple. If they left him alone, he would leave them alone.
Heck Martin was not pro-Union, like his father and brother. He had joined up with Quantrill to harass the bluebellies and other Union feds that thought they could tell others what they should be doing. But after the massacre at Lawrence, Kansas, he wanted nothing to do with Quantrill and his gang.
Thirteen other hard-bitten veterans had followed him, had joined with him, but soon grew to hate him even more than they hated Quantrill.
Then suddenly, the war is over, and Heck knows that most of his “men” would be out to kill him. But they all feared him. He was the fastest with a gun they had ever seen. Also, Heck had warned them, when he left for home, that if anyone followed him or tried to cause him or his family harm, he would kill them on sight.
Cotton Petty and the other bushwhackers had not left him alone. They had tried to kill him, and failing that, had killed two members of his family. For that he would hound them to the ends of the earth, if need be. From now on, until he was dead or they were all dead, there would be war between them.
Follow Heck Martin as he tracks the deadly bushwhackers across the 1865 wild west landscape of Missouri, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. Heck’s tracking skills are put to the test in a deadly game of cat and mouse, sprinkled with Comanches, wild west women, mountain men and plenty of gunfights, horses and cold blooded killers. He also has to avoid the bluebellies who are hunting him, as well as a bounty put on his head by Quantrill, for leaving him during the war.
If you miss Eastwood, Heck Martin may be the next best thing. If you prefer gun-shy writers and cowboys who fight range wars with their fists, you will have to look elsewhere. Van Holt’s hellbound gunslingers plan to send the bad guys there first, before the government takes away their guns and lets the bad guys keep theirs.
Warning: Reading a Van Holt western may make you want to get on a horse and hunt some bad guys down in the Old West. Of course, the easiest and most enjoyable way to do it is vicariously—by reading another Van Holt western.
Van Holt writes westerns the way they were meant to be written.
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What some reviewers have to say about Van Holt’s writing:
“Step aside Louis L’Amour, another great Western writer is here…” –Heather
“I had a feeling that Van Holt…might actually be the successor to Zane Gray, a master Western storysmith, whose novels set the style of a generation.” –Stern0
“Van Holt is King of the Spaghetti Western…” –Rarebird1
Van Holt wrote his first western when he was in high school and sent it to a literary agent, who soon returned it, saying it was too long but he would try to sell it if Holt would cut out 16,000 words. Young Holt couldn’t bear to cut out any of his perfect western, so he threw it away and started writing another one.
A draft notice interrupted his plans to become the next Zane Grey or Louis L’Amour. A tour of duty as an MP stationed in South Korea was pretty much the usual MP stuff except for the time he nabbed a North Korean spy and had to talk the dimwitted desk sergeant out of letting the guy go. A briefcase stuffed with drawings of U.S. aircraft and the like only caused the overstuffed lifer behind the counter to rub his fat face, blink his bewildered eyes, and start eating a big candy bar to console himself. Imagine Van Holt’s surprise a few days later when he heard that same dumb sergeant telling a group of new admirers how he himself had caught the famous spy one day when he was on his way to the mess hall.
Holt says there hasn’t been too much excitement since he got out of the army, unless you count the time he was attacked by two mean young punks and shot one of them in the big toe. Holt believes what we need is punk control, not gun control.
After traveling all over the West and Southwest in an aging Pontiac, Van Holt got tired of traveling the day he rolled into Tucson and he has been there ever since, still dreaming of becoming the next Zane Grey or Louis L’Amour when he grows up. Or maybe the next great mystery writer. He likes to write mysteries when he’s not too busy writing westerns or eating Twinkies.
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