I was born in the farm and ranch country of Kansas in 1934. At an impressionable age, I traveled with my father and brother across the backcountry. Father, supporting two boys, worked his way through life by taking whatever jobs he could get.
We went to school here and there and learned a lot from Dad in between. He had been a cowhand, a farmer and worked on the railroad. He had his own farm that he lost to the Great Depression. He told us many a thrilling story of his experiences. Dad had one eye put out by an arrow and had a bullet in his leg. We finally settled in the timber country of Oregon. Growing up, we spent many a trip to the backcountry hunting. Dad taught us about guns and their proper use. Once I learned to read, I couldn't get enough, especially of the early West that dad's stories were about.
I did a hitch in the Navy and another in the Sea Bees. I spent most of my life in construction, but continued to read and study the West and the history of our country. It is my desire to write stories that are entertaining enough to allow one to just lean back and relax.