Friday, November 24, 2017

My Review of David Horowitz' "Big Agenda: President Trump's Plan to Save America"

A Great Strategy If All Are Willing to Fight For It

By Stephen Leary

Despite all odds, political outsider Donald Trump won the presidency in 2016. But now he faces hostility from both Democrats and the GOP Establishment alike. How to push forward with his agenda when he faces enemies all around him in the Washington DC Swamp?

David Horowitz, in his book, Big Agenda: President Trump's Plan to Save America, tells us that Republicans aren’t interested in winning. They aren’t even interested in defeating the Democrats. They are working as hard as Democrats to defeat Trump.

Republicans didn’t fight Obama’s radical agenda because they were afraid of being called obstructionists, afraid of being stigmatized as heartless or racist or xenophobic. They couldn’t produce a political response to those attacks.

The chief strategy of Democratic political campaigns is to use character assassination. Horowitz points out that Democrats often defend their candidates no matter what the charge and no matter what the facts, while Republicans are quick to condemn their own. For example, Paul Ryan and many other Republicans who jumped off the Trump Train when an 11-year-old sex-talk-video was uncovered of Trump using crude language.

What to do?

Horowitz presents his strategy. The goal is to put Democrats on the defensive. “This can only be done by taking away their moral high ground…expose their hypocrisy and turn their firepower against them.”
Resistance begins with the will to confront the adversary head on—as President Trump has done. But Republicans are often wary of engaging in battle, unlike progressives and communists.
Before Trump, not a single Republican figure would have dared call Hillary a crook and a liar to her face, although she is both.

The first response to an attack by the left is to attack them in a way that is equally strong, that throws them off balance and puts them on the defensive, Horowitz recommends.

The Achilles Heel of the Democratic Party: its monopoly control of the inner cities of America and its responsibility for the misery and suffering inside them. The big cities they control are the centers of the worst poverty, highest crime rates, failing schools, and general hopelessness. Trump’s “New Deal” offered law and order, $130 Billion scholarship program, and high paying jobs.

To combat leftist indoctrination in our schools, Horowitz recommends Republicans persuade university administrators to better reflect diversity of political thought. Republicans control the purse strings that can be used to restrain the progressive juggernaut. Add intellectual, ideological or political into their diversity mission statements.

Horowitz blames Republicans, and rightly so, for sitting back and allowing the liberal agenda to take hold in our nation to its detriment.  He presents many worthwhile ideas for taking back the nation.

But who will implement these ideas? The GOP Establishment? Hardly. To expect this group of Swamp Creatures to suddenly reverse course and change their nature is wishful thinking.

The problem with Horowitz’ prescriptions is they rely on Republicans to do something they haven’t done for half a century—confront the liberal agenda in our society. Washington DC is ruled by Swamp Creatures who have earned that ugly name for many solid reasons. They won’t change and nothing will be done as long as they are in charge.

The only change agents are President Trump and the #MAGA activists. But they are far outnumbered. The prospect of any significant change on these issues isn’t encouraging. Trump and his administration can only do so much without the full support of the GOP Establishment. But Horowitz points the way. It won’t be easy and total victory is a long way down the road.

Friday, November 10, 2017

My Review of Edward Klein's Book "All Out War: The Plot to Destroy Trump"

President Trump faces an army of enemies on the political Left and Right, all warring against a democratically-elected president they feel is unworthy of the office. Edward Klein’s book draws on interviews with many players who provide new enlightening information on the unprecedented war waged against a President of the United States. But Trump is no easy opponent to defeat. As Klein says, his enemies always underestimate his ability to bounce back after a beating.

Trump’s vanquished opponent, Hillary Clinton, suffered from medical issues that were hidden as much as possible from the public. If they had been revealed, it was believed they would have derailed her campaign. Klein reveals Hillary’s scary coughing fit while visiting President Obama and his wife in the Oval Office. A White House doctor attended to her while the Obamas waited outside worried for her health. The Hillary they saw in the Oval Office wasn’t the same one shown to the public at rallies and the debates.

Klein includes the text of an FBI field report on the various Resistance groups and figures, published for the first time in this book. Concern was raised on their penchant for violence and government sabotage. Meetings were held where government workers discussed sabotaging Trump programs they disagreed with. Violent anti-Trump street demonstrations were paid for by Democratic party operatives.

The impeachment crowd has been among the loudest of Trump’s enemies. Klein lists the charges against Trump and dismisses them all: that Trump obstructed justice by firing James Comey, the director of the FBI; that Trump violated the Constitution by receiving profits (“emoluments”) from foreign officials who stayed at his Washington DC hotel; that Trump colluded with the Russians during the presidential campaign; that Trump is somehow “incapacitated” and therefore the 25th Amendment should be invoked whereby the vice president will replace the president. All of these arguments fall short and the only hope Democrats and Never Trumpers on the Right can hope for is a thundering Democratic victory in midterm elections in 2020, giving the Democrats a majority and some hope of impeaching Trump.

Curiously, President Obama hasn’t been much of an enemy to Trump since he left office. He has little stomach for such things. Klein reveals that Obama has returned to smoking marijuana. He smokes weed once or twice a week, supplied to him by friends who visit his mansion in Washington DC. Klein portrays Obama as a man who has left politics behind. He plays video games all day and is behind in the writing of his memoirs, for which he is being paid $60 million.

The intelligence community boasts many anti-Trump Obama holdovers. The resignation of National Security Advisor Michael Flynn was seen as a major victory for the resistance movement. Flynn’s ouster was a soft coup, Klein says, engineered by anonymous intelligence community bureaucrats. James Clapper, former Director of National Intelligence, proved himself to be a liar on several occasions.

Trump’s presidency was beset with numerous leaks, many originating directly from the US intelligence community. The pool of leakers was vast, Klein explains, because Obama had lowered the security classification of sensitive electronic intercepts targeting the Trump campaign, allowing thousands of government workers access to potentially defamatory information. Among Klein’s prime “Leakgate” suspects: Former CIA Director John Brennan, and Hillary Clinton, who was given access to much of the leaked information.

FBI Director James Comey had agreed with Trump that the intelligence community was packed with Obama holdovers intent on delegitimizing his presidency. Klein reveals that Obama privately attempted at least twice to influence the outcome of Comey’s investigation of Hillary Clinton. Comey blew off Obama, who then discussed ways to remove Comey from office with Valerie Jarrett. He was talked into believing it would be politically feasible to remove Comey, but Obama dithered and never pulled the trigger. Obama moles were planted in the FBI and are still there one year into the Trump administration. Comey intended to fire those he suspected of disloyalty, but before he could, Trump fired him.

Andrew McCabe, the deputy director of the FBI, had long coveted Comey’s job for himself. McCabe stabbed Comey in the back and talked against him privately, which Comey never suspected. Comey took revenge on Trump by leaking a conversation where Trump asked him to swear his loyalty. The eventual result was the formation of a special counsel to investigate Trump, headed by Robert Mueller. Comey’s actions revealed him to be a member of the Resistance, a Never Trumper, a man without honor, not the nonpartisan he claimed to be, Klein concludes.

The FBI, Klein says, is concentrating on the Resistance groups that are committing acts of violence and plotting more. The FBI discovered collusion between American anarchists of the Resistance and foreign terrorists, such as the Islamic State. “The internet chatter between the Americans and the Islamists is astronomical,” said an FBI source.

The portrait painted by Klein is a Washington DC dominated by Swamp creatures intent on destroying any outsider like Trump who attempts to set the nation back on track and reduce their power. It’s Trump in a war against the Democrats and the GOP Establishment who want to maintain the odious status quo. To what extent can an outsider like Trump succeed? Nothing seems certain at this point, though Klein believes that Trump will at the least finish his term in office. Highly recommended.

Monday, July 10, 2017

My Review of "The Message" Podcast

The Message Is Like a SciFi B Movie

I was drawn to "The Message" by the intriguing subject matter, which crops up in the news periodically. A purported message to Earth from intelligent aliens living on a planet light years away from us.

I listened to all the episodes despite some shortcomings. The problem is the script, not the voice actors. I felt like I was listening to the audio version of a science fiction B movie. The IT and science talk is nonsense, but that didn't bother me so much, because who expects believability from fiction such as this.

But still, the final resolution was way over the top and unconvincing within the context of the fictional plot. Still, I felt it was worthwhile, just like some B movies.

3 Stars.


I've recently discovered fictional podcasts such as this one. Supposedly they have become popular. I'm plotting to write a few my own fictional podcast series. It's a different kind of writing than what I've been doing with my novels and short stories.

My favorite podcasts are old-time shows like Sherlock Holmes, with Nigel Bruce and Basil Rathbone, and the Bob & Ray comedy show.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Annual Thanksgiving Letter to My Readers 2016

Thanksgiving Letter 2016

Greetings to my readers wherever you may be—here in the USA or across the pond in Europe, Asia, or perhaps even in Africa, Antarctica, and Australia.

Thanksgiving is an American tradition begun 400 years ago in 1621 when the Pilgrims from Europe arrived (by boat) on the shores of the New World and enjoyed a feast alongside Native American Indians to give thanks to God for a good or harvest, or, I should think, for still being alive, unlike so many others who perished shortly after they arrived at Plymouth and Jamestown.

The tradition continues today, though I can't say I have ever eaten with full-blooded Indians. Most people don't. It's not an Indian-Caucasian thing like it was 400 years ago. I may have eaten with individuals who, unknowing to me, “identified” as Wampanoag Indians or would have been accepted by them, but not with legitimate Indians. Most of them left before I got here.

Suppose I wanted to eat with Indians in honor of the Pilgrims and the First Thanksgiving—where would I find any unless I lived near an Indian Reservation? And do today's Indians celebrate Thanksgiving? Not sure. I've never been on an Indian Reservation and I think the closest ones are a thousand miles away.

We give thanks every year now because so many pitfalls threaten us all the time. We’re lucky we make it around for another year. Some don't.

Nowadays the tradition is to eat Thanksgiving dinner with your own family, unless you hate them. In that case, you would eat with your friends, if you have any. And if you don't, you would eat alone. It still counts.

When I think of Thanksgiving, I think of my older relatives, my parents and grandparents, and my aunts.

But most of my older relatives are no longer here, so I would be eating with invisible ghosts. In that case, it might be a good idea to spend Thanksgiving evening with a spirit medium that would hold a séance to contact their spirits, and by that method, I would find out what they've been up to lately, with the medium acting as the go-between. But my relatives didn't believe in spirit mediums, so I'm sure that wouldn't work.

I will simply rely on my memories. Remembrance of people past must be an activity indulged in regularly, lest you would completely forget those memories which need to be conjured up to the front of the mind every so often.

What are my Thanksgiving memories, one part of me now asks the other.

Mom baking turkey in the oven for hours and hours. Waiting for what seemed like forever for that turkey to get done so we could finally eat. How long was it, I ask Memory. Six hours? Eight? At the very least.

The moment it was pronounced "done" and pulled out of the oven was something akin to the moment you are released from jail. Not that I've ever been in jail, but it must be like that. Or it was like driving in a car to a faraway destination and finally stopping to eat because we were starving to death (figure of speech). The end of a long journey, either geographical or psychological.

The stuffing was the best part. We liked that better than the turkey meat! And then later removing the leftover turkey out of the fridge every 15 minutes to make another sandwich.

When I was a kid I would climb up on top of my grandma’s garage with a bucket to fill with cherries from the tree branches we could only reach from up there.

She made a ton of pies, and then set them out in the kitchen with towels on top of them. Of course, we would lift up the edge of the towel to see what kind of pies were underneath. Cherry pie, I'm sure. But there must have been one or two pumpkin and apple pies as well.

My grandma was the kind of person who kept goose liver in her fridge. And sliced baloney. I ate at least a thousand sliced baloney sandwiches during my childhood. And in her fridge was lard. That's what they used to cook with in those days. And buttermilk. Do they even sell buttermilk anymore?

Now that I'm mostly away from relatives, sometimes I go out to eat on Thanksgiving. Without exception, it has always been a mistake.

Every time I go out for meals on Thanksgiving it turns out wrong and I regret it for a long time. It's as if God is saying, Stay home and cook it yourself. I’m not supposed to eat out on Thanksgiving. Worst meal I ever had in my life was on Thanksgiving at a popular local restaurant. It’s a warning. Stay home and cook your turkey yourself.

What am I thankful for, I ask myself. I’m still here. I’m healthy, mostly. Could be better, could be a lot worse. I’m not homeless. I can afford to buy food. I’ve written and published several books with many more on the way! We’ve lost some family members lately but I’m thankful the rest are still here.

Thanksgiving is a day of prayer as well. What do I pray for? Health. The health of others I know. Anything else isn't so crucial. Success. Money. Power. Some of that would be nice as well. Meeting the right people. As I keep telling myself, I never meet the people I really want to meet. As a writer, I pray I’ll have the time to write all the books I want to write.

My recommendation, if you are American or live somewhere across the world, is to give thanks for what you have, not complain about what you don't have. Think of someone less fortunate than you. It won't be hard.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Hillary Clinton's Sovietesque 93% District of Columbia Victory

Though Hillary Clinton lost the general presidential election of 2016 to Donald Trump, she won the District of Columbia with a Sovietesque 93% of the vote to Trump's paltry 4%.

How are such numbers even possible in an open Democratic society? Josef Stalin wasn't running on the Democrat ticket in a communist society. It was Hillary Clinton, wife of former president Bill Clinton. 93% in a free and fair election raises ugly questions about just what is going on in DC.

Let's compare Hillary's votes to Joseph Stalin and Leonid Brezhnev.

2016 US Presidential Election (District of Columbia)

  • Hillary Clinton = 93%
  • Donald Trump 4%
1937 Soviet Union Legislative Election
  • Communist Party (Josef Stalin) = 99%
1970 Soviet Union Legislative Election
  • Communist Party (Leonid Brezhnev) = 99%
Hillary's total for the District of Columbia is in spitting distance of Stalin and Brezhnev's 99% but Hillary did it the hard way. There were other viable candidates running in the election, and she didn't even win!

Donald Trump received the lowest percentage of votes in the District of Columbia in modern times, and probably ever. Hillary Clinton's 93% is greater than Barack Obama's winning percentages in 2008 and 2012.

Hillary's lopsided victory tells us the District of Columbia equals the Democrat Party to almost the same extent that the old Soviet Union equaled the Community Party.

The District has been trending further and further to the Democrat Party for decades. It hardly matters if the next Republican candidate is Donald Trump or anyone else. No Republican can expect to receive as much as 10% of the DC vote, and the Democrat can count on at least 90%.

Voter fraud? DC doesn't need fraud to give its 3 electoral votes to the Democrat candidate. The entire culture of the city is at fault. The residents tie their own personal finances to big government. Many of them hold big-paying jobs in the federal government, salaries undreamed of for the same work in other parts of the country.

For federal workers in DC, the Democrat Party equals high-paying jobs for less work than the salary would indicate. Perhaps the surprise is that a Republican could win so much as 4% of the vote. The Republican philosophy of small government and efficiency is anathema to those federal workers in DC.

When Donald Trump said he wanted to "Drain the swamp," he was primarily pointing the finger at the District of Columbia.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Book Review: The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe

The Masque of the Red Death by [Poe, Edgar Allan]

Prospero’s Party

This is a short story but somehow it seems like a novel, since Poe packed so much into just a few words.

A plague is devastating the country and half the population is dead. So how does Prince Prospero respond? He gathers 1,000 of his friends and secludes them in his abbey, which he believes will protect them all from the Red Death. His friends willingly go there, accepting Prospero as their guardian.

But Prospero has no intention of waiting fearfully for the Red Death to run its course. Instead, he throws a masquerade ball, ignoring the death and destruction beyond his walls. A party atmosphere rules the abbey. The reason for the party, apparently, is to celebrate their continued existence, while those outside are dead. By exalting in life, they might survive the devastation, so goes Prospero’s thinking. For now, they have triumphed over the Red Death. The revelers seem to have no existence outside of Prospero. He leads and they follow. Prospero controls all aspects of the party. It is his will that prevails.

The abbey contains 7 rooms, all of a different color. The furthest room is black with scarlet drapes and inside it is an ebony clock that sounds loudly on each hour, causing the dancers to momentarily stop, as they are reminded of a power greater than Prospero, the one they have chosen to follow.

Amid the revelry, a ghastly figure appears. Someone has dressed himself up in a costume to resemble the Red Death! The corpse-like figure is daubed in blood and burial attire. But Prospero isn’t amused. The point of secluding himself and his friends in the abbey is to separate themselves from the Red Death, and this unknown partier is suggesting that Prospero has failed, and the separation is a fantasy. The masked man is mocking the proceedings, not to mention mocking the Prince and his attempt to avoid the plague, and he orders his revelers to seize him and then hang him to death in the morning.

But no one touches him, because the role of the revelers is to follow, and the job of seizing the stranger belongs to Prospero, the leader. They refuse Prospero’s offer to switch their roles.

Prospero and his crowd have strength in numbers. But the solitary masked figure has strength through his singleness and his isolation and alienation from the crowd.

The stranger passes within a yard of Prospero, violating his “personal space” in a threatening way. In a moment of cowardice, Prospero doesn’t touch him, behaving for a moment like one of the crowd--one of the followers rather than the leader. But he recovers and, with his dagger drawn, pursues the stranger through all the rooms of the abbey until they both arrive in the furthest room--black with red drapes and the ebony clock. But as Prospero attempts to stab the masked figure, it turns to him, and Prospero falls dead.

Now the crowd attacks the masked figure, no longer fearful of him, despite the death of Prospero. Their leader is dead and they are no longer tied to him as followers. They are free to take action according to the will of the group. They seize the figure but discover no body with which they could hang in vengeance for the murder of Prospero. They are in the presence of a fatal disease, not a flesh-and-blood human like themselves. Prospero had been fooled, and so had they.

One by one, they drop and die, just like Prospero. Their fate was tied to his when they accepted his invitation to enter the abbey. The final death is marked when the clock stops ticking. Perhaps if they hadn’t blindly followed Prospero, some of them might have survived. It was Prospero’s masquerade ball that allowed the Red Death to enter with what they thought was a disguise. But the Red Death was “hiding” his true nature in open sight.

The first person narrator can only be the Red Death, as he clearly survives the calamity that kills all the others. Just as he had boasted of his prowess in the opening sentences (“The ‘Red Death’ had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.”), now in the final sentence he is triumphant: “And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

Prospero’s attempt to run away to his enclosed abbey had failed. And his 1,000 friends had failed by blindly following him.

The Masque of the Red Death ranks 12th in the book The Greatest 19th Century American Short Stories.

Thursday, November 03, 2016

The Fall of the House of Usher Named Greatest 19th Century American Short Story

The Greatest 19th Century American Short Stories by [Leary, Stephen]Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” has been named the Greatest 19th Century American Short Story.

The story was first published in the September 1839 issue of Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine. The magazine was published in Philadelphia and Poe was the editor and a contributor in late 1839.
Usher is the most anthologized American short story ever, appearing in many literary anthologies since the early twentieth century.

The story placed Number 1 in a new book The Greatest 19th Century American Short Stories by Stephen Leary, who used a point system to rank the top fifty stories.

"I awarded each story points every time it appeared in an important anthology, literary database, or website," he said.  “Poe’s Usher tallied the most points of any story by any author. I think it is beyond dispute that it is the best American story from that century.”

Placing high were other stories by Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Herman Melville, and Washington Irving, among others.

“The other ‘best stories’ collections rely on the opinion of one person. I realized it doesn’t matter who the editor is, readers will always disagree. So how do you turn a subjective opinion into an objective fact? With statistics on scholarship that has built up over the course of a century.”

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My New Book: The Greatest 19th Century American Short Stories

This is a collection of the 50 greatest American short stories of the 19th Century. Who says they are the greatest? It’s a matter of consensus.

The Greatest 19th Century American Short Stories by [Leary, Stephen]Many short story collections are published with a single editor choosing a list of stories s/he thinks are the best. For example, the famous American writer John Updike edited a collection called The Best American Short Stories of the Century. The “Century” in that title refers to the 20th Century.

Who knew more about American literature than Updike? Yet I found myself disappointed by some of his selections—puzzled why he chose particular stories by famous authors rather than others. When Updike chose a list of “best” short stories, that was his own personal opinion—and not many opinions were better-informed than his. Yet, I found myself constantly second-guessing his choices. No matter who the editor is, readers will disagree. Every editor will compile a different list.

One person’s subjective opinion—no matter who holds it—is nothing more than that. My goal with this collection was to eschew a subjective opinion and establish an objective fact. I wanted a collection of the greatest 19th Century American short stories that wasn’t the result of nothing more than my own personal opinion, but a consensus of scholars and lovers of literature throughout the years. That is what you have in your hands. This is that consensus, not the opinion of just me or any other individual.

The advantage of judging the worth of older stories such as these is that so much time has passed since they were first published. The scholarly dust has settled substantially, at least on those authors and their stories that have always been considered worthy of inclusion in anthologies and literary criticism. A consensus has been reached on many stories considered the finest produced during the 19th Century.

The list is fluid and, with time, a few of the titles on the list of top 50 books could change, depending on a future shift in consensus. But after a century, I think scholars and the public have spoken, and we know with a good deal of certainty which stories are considered the greatest from the 19th Century.

In the book, I name the greatest American short story of the 19th Century, based on the research.

NOTE: The book includes links to all 50 stories at Amazon's Kindle bookstore. I didn't include the full-text of the stories because they are public domain and I had no idea publishing public domain content was such a big issue. Apparently Amazon and all the others are not publishing public domain content, due to a glut already in the marketplace.

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Book Review: The Empty Land By Louis L'Amour

The Wild West in the 1860s. And it was getting pretty wild in Confusion, the brand new town that sprouted up real quick when some promising gold mines were discovered nearby and everybody wanted a piece of the action. Confusion was somewhere between Ely, Nevada and Delta, Utah. Still open country today, long after L’Amour (1908-1988) wrote The Empty Land in 1969.
The three miners who founded the town were good men. “We want a church and school. We want law and order.”

The Empty Land by [L'Amour, Louis]What would they name the new boomtown? Confusion. Every night fistfights, shootings, tents burned down. Gambling, saloons. Plenty of rough men among a few good ones. Who could enforce some law in a place like this?

Before long, Big Thompson, a rough and tumble claim jumper, killed the town’s first marshal. Thompson wanted a share of the big gold mine owned by the founders of Confusion at a budget price but was refused.

Hick Sutton was hired as the new marshal. He and his boys were expected to kick Big Thompson out of town. But Sutton’s agenda was shaking down the gamblers, not enforcing the law and ridding the town of the crooks. But he was no match for Thompson who ran him out of town.

Some of the miners wanted Matt Coburn, the best gunfighter around, as the new marshal but Felton, one of the founders, was against it. Meanwhile, as the town grew, violence and lawlessness increased. And the bad guys—Big Thompson, the knifeman Peggoty Gorman, and the cold, calculating Harry Meadows--weren’t planning on leaving all that gold nearby. By the 15th day of the life of Confusion, 7 were killed, along with 9 robberies and 2 stagecoach holdups. Felton was finally persuaded to accept Coburn as marshal.

Coburn was a gunfighter with a conscience, not a hired lawbreaker like so many others. “I never hired my gun to anybody but the law,” he said to another gunman who challenged his ethics. But he had no interest in the job of town marshal.

The Wells Fargo man had a $50,000 shipment of gold bullion to deliver to Carson City by stagecoach. He wanted Coburn to ride shotgun. Coburn was initially reluctant to get involved with Confusion. He didn’t want the marshal job, or the stagecoach gig, either. But he relented, wanting to ride with driver Dandy Burke, who had a reputation as a fighter of stage robbers. The coach journeyed from Confusion to Carson City. Everybody knew what was on board as it had been advertised in the local paper. Gold. But the ad also mentioned casually that Matt Coburn would be riding shotgun. The gold was an enticing target for outlaws, but the smart ones wanted no part of Coburn.

Big money meant big risks, and Harry Meadows wasn't reckless. A clueless young gun wanted to join Meadows and attack the stagecoach. Meadows was reluctant, as he considered Coburn too tough and not worth the trouble. But he convinces the impressionable young gun eager to prove himself that he's the man to take down Coburn and earn himself a reputation.

Laurie Shannon is a ranch owner. Madge Healy is a former child entertainer who went from town to town entertaining the miners, dancing and singing songs from their youths.

Will Matt Coburn survive the attempts on his life by Meadows and Big Thompson? And if he does survive, which of the two women--Shannon or Healy--will he choose? And what about Confusion and its three founding miners? Will the town survive or be destroyed like so many others by the rowdy, reckless bad guys who move from town to town with little care for the havoc they wreak?

Before The Empty Land, it had been years since I had picked up a Western, but I’m glad I did. I couldn’t put this one down. L’Amour knew the West, and he spins a great yarn. The first thing I did after finishing the last page was look to see what other of his novels I might buy. That’s the mark of a great storyteller.

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