Guadalupe’s Tears
Copyright © 2013 by Angelique Videaul
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Edited by Judy Bagshaw
Cover Art © 2013 by Fiona Jayde
First Edition January 2013
Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-713-2
Published by:
Phaze Books
An imprint of Mundania Press LLC
6457 Glenway Ave., #109
Cincinnati, OH 45211
All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher, Mundania Press LLC, 6457 Glenway Avenue, #109, Cincinnati, Ohio 45211, [email protected].
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
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“How she gave me life; and how she made it end. One velvet morning...”
~Lee Hazelwood
Chapter One
August 27th, 1852
The sun was a drop of blood poised in the cleavage of bare breasted mountains by the time Lee Hardcastle trudged up the dirt road that dead ended at the tiny town of Casey, Texas. His saddle and bedroll were tossed over his shoulder along with one anemic looking saddle bag that swung limply behind him. An empty canteen patted his hip as he strode down the dusty red clay road looking for the livery stables. The palisade of bald mountains cast eerie shadows down upon the small town and the sun, huge, red and bloated, sat poised between the mountains like a ruby caught between the breasts of a dangerous woman.
Lee eased his possessions onto the ground. He removed a faded bandana, stiff with sweat and grime, from his hip pocket and wiped his face. Replacing the bandana, Lee studied his surroundings, and as he did so, he was unsure if he wanted to stay in town or not.
Casey was typical of tiny western towns that knew a brief boom, and then vaporized almost overnight in the West Texas heat. A decaying Catholic mission squatted in the center of town. Buildings, shabbily constructed of adobe and wood that the elements reduced to a wind burned gray, huddled around the mission as if in comfort. A few tired looking horses, brown and dust covered, swished their tails absently as they stood against hitching posts waiting for their masters to return.
If it weren’t for the horses Lee was sure the town had been abandoned.
True enough, small towns liked to close down around sunset, with the exception of the saloon which carried on all night long, especially if ranchers from outlying areas used this small stop to pause and rejuvenate themselves before driving
Copyright © 2013 by Angelique Videaul
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Edited by Judy Bagshaw
Cover Art © 2013 by Fiona Jayde
First Edition January 2013
Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-713-2
Published by:
Phaze Books
An imprint of Mundania Press LLC
6457 Glenway Ave., #109
Cincinnati, OH 45211
All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher, Mundania Press LLC, 6457 Glenway Avenue, #109, Cincinnati, Ohio 45211, [email protected].
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
Legal File Usage – Your Rights
Payment of the download fee for this book grants the purchaser the right to download and read this file, and to maintain private backup copies of the file for the purchaser’s personal use only.
The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this or any copyrighted work is illegal. Authors are paid on a per-purchase basis. Any use of this file beyond the rights stated above constitutes theft of the author’s earnings. File sharing is an international crime, prosecuted by the United States Department of Justice Division of Cyber Crimes, in partnership with Interpol. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is punishable by seizure of computers, up to five years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000 per reported instance. Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights and livelihood is appreciated.
“How she gave me life; and how she made it end. One velvet morning...”
~Lee Hazelwood
Chapter One
August 27th, 1852
The sun was a drop of blood poised in the cleavage of bare breasted mountains by the time Lee Hardcastle trudged up the dirt road that dead ended at the tiny town of Casey, Texas. His saddle and bedroll were tossed over his shoulder along with one anemic looking saddle bag that swung limply behind him. An empty canteen patted his hip as he strode down the dusty red clay road looking for the livery stables. The palisade of bald mountains cast eerie shadows down upon the small town and the sun, huge, red and bloated, sat poised between the mountains like a ruby caught between the breasts of a dangerous woman.
Lee eased his possessions onto the ground. He removed a faded bandana, stiff with sweat and grime, from his hip pocket and wiped his face. Replacing the bandana, Lee studied his surroundings, and as he did so, he was unsure if he wanted to stay in town or not.
Casey was typical of tiny western towns that knew a brief boom, and then vaporized almost overnight in the West Texas heat. A decaying Catholic mission squatted in the center of town. Buildings, shabbily constructed of adobe and wood that the elements reduced to a wind burned gray, huddled around the mission as if in comfort. A few tired looking horses, brown and dust covered, swished their tails absently as they stood against hitching posts waiting for their masters to return.
If it weren’t for the horses Lee was sure the town had been abandoned.
True enough, small towns liked to close down around sunset, with the exception of the saloon which carried on all night long, especially if ranchers from outlying areas used this small stop to pause and rejuvenate themselves before driving
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