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My Confederate Link

My Great Great Grandfather on my dad's side of the family, John Knight, enlisted in the Confederate Army from Defeated, Tenn on Sept 1 1862. He was a corporal with Co E. Bennetts 2nd Regiment and Co. F 9th (Wards) Tennessee Cavalry. The 9th served under Brigadier General John H. Morgan. John Knight fought in the battles of Bacon Creek, ElizabethTown, and Mularow Hill. He was captured while returning from furlough and put in jail at Carthage, Tenn. He escaped from jail and attempted to return to his command but could not

At the same time John Knight was fighting for the Confederatcy, my Great Great Uncle, E.L Mathews was in the Union Army. Mathews was the brother of John Knights wife Elizabeth.


Just my Thoughts

The other day we got some hot weather where the gauge reached 100 degrees. Hottest it's been here since moving from Redding a decade or so ago. Not quite as hot down on the shoreline as it was here where we live on the mountain across from Mt. Emily.

Its time for the hen turkeys to come out with their poults (chicks). The toms have stopped strutting and there is less conflict going on among the rafters (group of turkeys). The groups are called rafters because in early times when farmers and ranchers were building their buildings, they found that the turkeys would roost in the rafters of the structures to protect against predators. Crazy as it sounds but its true.

The new fawns finally showed themselves and are curious about our small garden. Luckily we have cages around the plants so they can't get to them. We even had a large fox checking out the plants.

Its that time of year to get my metal detectors out and hit the fields hunting for treasure and/or junk. I find more junk than treasure but every now and then I uncover what I think is treasure. Diamond rings, valuable jewelry, Old coins and 100+ year old artifacts hidden beneath the ground.







Metal Detecting upper reaches of the Winchuck River

Metal Detecting Find

Metal Detecting Find

Cutting Wood on the back side of Mt Emily last December.

First day on the job for DNSO, 15 Jun 1967.



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The trail of my books.

My brain starts clicking with some ideas of an adventure I've had in life and from there, I start making notes. Little pieces of papers lying about with a paragraph or two about something I remembered. After awhile, these pieces of paper get cluttered all over and I decide to start writing about what I have noted.

First a few orgainized chapters, some revisions then continue to other chapters, more revisions until I think I have a viable manuscript to start thinking about publishing it. After reading it over a couple of times, I finally think it's ready to send my completed, formatted manuscript to the printers. I then start designing a front and back cover for the manuscipt.

Once all is uploaded, the printing company rechecks it and then formats it to their liking and I fill in all the information about the book and between the printers and myself, a price is set. Once that is done, I go to PayPal

I make a "Buy Button" with PayPal and with the information about the book and button, it's placed on one of my web pages along with an image of the cover of the book. It's now ready for retail sales.

Once the book is published, I get sent a draft copy to do a final check. From there, the printers do not print anymore of the book until one is ordered. We set up ordering though us and PayPay and when an order comes in, we do all the processing with the printers and the book is sent directly to those who ordered it. We do not have a stockpile of books in our possession. Having no bulk inventory is what makes our books a little expensive.

If anyone landing on this page has a manuscript or handwritten story they would like published by us, send us an email and we'll quote you a price for all the work and one book sent to you covered by the set price we quoted.

04 May 2020: I check my manuscripts and finished book products and found they had all been wiped out due to formating change with the printers. Lots of work down the drain. I think a few of my books can be found on Kindle. I am in the process of rewriting some of my books and they should be available soon.





The Investigators

Mass Murder, The Ship Ashore Killings (Paperback)

The Ship Ashore murders were, by far, the most heinous crime to take place in Del Norte County at the time. Bodies and blood everywhere, people screaming, hiding, running, and crawling under cars in the parking lot to hide from the sniper. We didn't know where he was within the complex when we arrived at the scene. We did know he had a high powered rifle, which gave him the advantage over our small arms and shotguns.

But we had to move in on the complex. We had to find him and also his victims to determine if any were still alive. A day of extreme animated exhilaration, high blood pressure and determination of those in charge of finding the man who did this. It was also a sad day for me. Of the seven victims, I personally knew five of them.



Danielle, Girl in the Culvert, (Paperback)

An unidentified female body found in a culvert. The story takes you through the investigation in search for her killer. Here is an excerpt from the book.

In the predawn hours of a Canadian morning, detective Tardif and I drove to the provincial prison on the outskirts of Quebec City. The air was thick with mist, a steamy looking froth covering the ground. Morning dew could be seen sparkling from the light of the moon. It gave the countryside a mystical look bordering on medieval.

The prison itself appeared to have been built before the turn of the 20th century with its stone walls and castle like towers on each corner. Razor wire was glistening from the light of the moon on its downward trajectory across the sky. Across the tops of the 20 foot stone perimeter walls surrounding the old buildings inside, stood sentinels, armed guards, to keep those inside at bay.

Very few lights were on, adding to the eerie scene before us. Between the pending sunrise and the mist flowing up from the ground, you would think you were in the 15th century. It was a cold looking place.



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