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    Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN
    Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN
    Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN
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    Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN

    By J.C. Hulsey

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    Awarded The Best Western Series by the Texas Association of Authors.

    Jed is a young man with a cross to bear. On the one hand, he’s a Born Again Christian, on the other hand he’s a ruthless killer when given no other choice. At 18 years old, some call him the “Avenging Angel of the West.” Easy going until pushed too far, the red-headed, left handed fast draw eliminates killers, outlaws, and thieves when the local authorities can’t or won’t do anything about them.
    Jed travels the western states and territories during the late 1860s with his two friends, rooting out and destroying evil whenever and wherever he finds it. Folks may wonder how he can be a Christian and a gunfighter. But Jed doesn't have a choice when a gunman is going to kill him. It's kill or be killed. God has ordained him to be the one who steps up to help people in need when there is no one else.
    Jed, a true Christian at heart, believes he has been ordained to carry out God’s will. But does Jed have what it takes to rid these places of the evil that is wreaking havoc?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ.C. Hulsey
    Release dateSep 7, 2014
    ISBN9781311705624
    Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN
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    J.C. Hulsey

    I really can't explain how or why I write. It's like an explosion in my brain and the words come flowing out like a raging river and then other times like a frozen glazier. I wrote a twenty-eight page booklet of poetry over the course of two days and nights. I mention nights because as soon as my head hits the pillow, it's like a switch goes off in my brain and I have to write. J.C. Hulsey J.C. Hulsey has lived in Midlothian, Texas for thirty years. He's a father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He has been married for 56 years. He enjoys Western movies and TV Shows, (especially the older ones) and reading about Mail-Order Brides. He is also the owner of six cats (all stray cats, showed up on the back porch) and one dog (rescue dog) He worked for 33 years at Bell Helicopter. He served in the USAF for five years, and the Air National Guard for four years. He has always wanted to be an author. He started writing songs in his early twenties. He recorded a couple of songs in the late 1960s. He started writing poetry in the 1970s to share with others. He self-published them on Amazon in 2013. He still felt the need to write something different. He tried writing a book in the 1970s, but it was never finished. In 2014, he felt the urge to write a western novel. However, he needed something different than what was on the market. What about a young Christian Gunfighter? He now has 44 books on Amazon.com

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      Angel Falls, Texas The Traveler #1 THE ORIGIN - J.C. Hulsey

      ANGEL FALLS, TEXAS

      J.C. Hulsey

      Copyright © 2014 by J.C. Hulsey.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

      For Information contact: mailto:jchulsey1@att.net

      Art and Cover design by UTHZEN ARTWORKS

      Smashwords Edition

      September 2014 Second Edition:

      10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

      DEDICATION

      To my lovely wife of Fifty-Five years

      Thank You for allowing me to be your mate for all these years.

      To my first two sons William Robert and James Joseph. (Sons)

      To my second sons Joshua Dale and James Dean (Grandsons)

      And a very special Thank you to my first daughter Sophia Isabella (Great Granddaughter)

      CHAPTER ONE

      Angel Falls, Texas, March 12, 1869, named for the town founder’s daughter, whom he said fell from heaven when she was born as they crossed the river just below the small water falls a little north of town. But she didn’t live up to her namesake as she was one of the most sought after girls in town because she had a habit of not being able to say no to the adventurous young men who came calling. It wasn’t long until she was sent to live with her aunt in the big city.

      Angel Falls was a fairly quiet town with very little trouble partly because of the Sheriff, a brute of a man with a barrel chest and short legs which made him look deformed. He ruled with an iron fist and was quick on the trigger, but all in all, he was a fairly decent lawman.

      CHAPTER TWO

      Angel Falls has been my home for a little over seventeen years. I was born on June 2, 1852, in a little house on the outskirts of town to a Mr. and Mrs. Jeremiah Jenkins. They named me Jedidiah Isaiah.

      Pa owned the Livery Stable and Blacksmith shop in town. He was just the blacksmith until I turned ten when he said I was old enough to take care of the chores around the farm, so he opened the livery stable alongside the blacksmith shop.

      Pa was a big burly Irish man with shoulder length curly red (almost orange) hair 6 feet 5 inches weighed about two hundred eighty-five pounds and not an ounce of fat with arms the size of tree trunks from swinging that blacksmith hammer and pumping the bellows.

      I usually came to the livery stable after lunch each day. Hank Crenshaw ran the livery stable after dark and slept in the tack room beside the horse stalls.

      Pa would try to be home before seven each day. We both worked really hard taking care of the sixty acre farm and both the livery stable and blacksmith shop.

      We were one of the first families to have a windmill, and with that windmill, one of the first houses to have running water in the house. Pa being the blacksmith, designed and built it himself.

      We went to church every Sunday to the little white Baptist Church with the tall steeple over on the hill east of town. Pa and me had been attending regular ever since Ma left. It was in that little church that I discovered my Saviour, and how much He loved me and how much I wanted to do what was right in His Eyes. I was baptized in Fountain Creek, the little stream just below the falls

      CHAPTER THREE

      On my fifteen birthday, Pa gave me an Appaloosa horse with the most beautiful leopard-spotted coat that I named Sugar (because she loved to eat sugar). Pa had traded for her from some Arapaho Indians who were passing by our farm on their way back to the Reservation. That was almost three years ago. She is the best friend I ever had, other than my ma, and then my pa after Ma run off with that slick talking drummer when I was almost eleven. What she saw in a fast talking drummer with greasy slicked back hair, wearing a bowler, a string tie and button down shoes is beyond me.

      The last thing I remember about Ma is seeing the back of her favorite dress of blue calico with the pots and pans rattling on the back of the peddler’s wagon, as she disappeared beyond my view. Since then it’s just been me and Pa and we have been doing great.

      Sugar and me go riding every chance we get. Racing through vast flats of dull light green grass, sparse dull-hued spaces of mesquite and cactus flashing by, passing woods of light and tender trees was sometimes so invigorating I just wanted to keep going with nowhere in mind, just keep wandering, just me and Sugar.

      But then, I would think of Pa and how hard he had worked to be my ma and pa since Ma left. Teaching me about the outside chores as well as inside the house.

      He never told me where he

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