This is a story of a young man who grew up on a farm in Southern, Indiana in the late 1800’s. He had a dream of following in his father’s footsteps as a lawman.
One day a gang of killers hung his deputy who is also his best friend. Taking the law into his own hands, he found it difficult to continue his oath as a lawman and hunted down the gang.
The town took his badge and he turned, in anger, to gun fighting and became a gun for hire to anyone who would pay the price.
In his mid 30’s a severe illness struck his mother, to which she passed. Her passing inspired a need to relay emotions and he inscribed a poem to her which remains in her hand even today. That single moment compelled him to expand the horizon the birth of his writing career. Since, he has written a multitude of poems, song lyrics, and now books that have explored his life and engaged the fantasy of his youth. Logo is the third book of his collection. It explores his inspiration of the Old West in the late 1800’s and the triumph of one young man and how the law was returned to the lawless.
This is a story of a young man who grew up on a farm in southern Indiana in the late 1800s. He had a dream of following in his father’s footsteps as a lawman.
But when the time came to live his dream, and a gang of killers hung his deputy and best friend. Taking the law into his own hands, he found being a lawman to be more difficult than he had thought.
After the town took his badge he turned in anger to gun fighting, selling his gun to anyone who would pay the price.
Tom Masters stopped his wagon in front of the farmhouse in southern Indiana. He told his wife Melissa, “This is where I was born, and this is where our children will be born.”
His father had died five years earlier and left the farm to him.
He had been U.S. Marshall in Deadwood for fifteen years.
After he and Melissa were married, he decided to quit being a lawman and go back to farming again. They had a son and named him Thomas Masters Jr.
Eighteen years later.
LOBO
CHAPTER ONE
Becoming a man
His name was Thomas Masters Jr; they called him Tom for short. He was born on a farm in Southern Indiana and had lived there all of his life.
His complexion was very dark, tanned from the long hours in the sun. He had coal black hair that hung down just past his collar. He had worked the farm with his dad as long as he could remember. He was six foot tall and very well built from the hard work on the farm.
He had a colt 45 hanging on his right hip as though it were a part of his body. The holster and belt was all black except for the head of a wolf on the side of the holster which was white, and the belt buckle was silver. The gun was chrome plated and had pearl handles. His dad had given it to him when he turned twelve years old. He had been practicing his fast draw at least four hours a day ever since then.