John J. Law

A man walked up to Jed. He looked up, sure that it was an Apache with a tomahawk for his scalp. He was wrong. He looked up and saw his father, James Gore. Gore saw his son knocked to the ground, and he helped him up. "Pa, that Samson Stone character... he's ain't a man. He's a monster. He hits like a locomotive." Gore nodded grimly. "I know son. And I've got to take him on. By myself." Jed...

It was a short ride from where they were to the Apache camp. The ride for Gore was made even shorter with engrossing conversation from Waning Moon. Gore could not help but be amazed at how far Waning Moon had come from when he first met him some years back. Gore was a much younger frontiersman back then, and so was Waning Moon. Both men were young, strong and fearless. They came from two...

Dawn was just about to break on a clear day in 1810 when a group of fur trappers prepared for their usual hard day's work. The men were camped at the banks of the Jefferson River close to what is now the state of Montana. They checked if their guns and traps were all in order. Some men oiled the metal jaws of the beaver traps, just to make sure that they clamped shut when the fateful moment of...