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13 Horses
Contributor(s): Parmeter, L. Lee (Author)
ISBN: 1935188895     ISBN-13: 9781935188896
Publisher: Losone Lee Parmeter
OUR PRICE:   $17.96  
Product Type: Paperback
Published: March 2020
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BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Westerns - General
- Fiction | Action & Adventure
- Fiction | Mystery & Detective - General
Physical Information: 0.79" H x 5.98" W x 9.02" (1.14 lbs) 354 pages
 
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Sean Michael Protz began his adventure in War Stories and Little White Lies as he brought the sights, sounds and smells of Southeast Asia to readers in the vibrant story about people on both sides of the war. His adventure continued with Winds of the Bitterroots when Mike retires from the United States Air Force and meets his great grandfather's attorney and satisfies the codicils of his great-grandfather's will. He becomes a true Westerner in search of the final resting place and a lost gold mine. During the complicated quest, he meets his high school sweetheart Katy Black in Missoula, Montana. Parmeter's easy-going and familiar writing style comes to life again with the 3rd book of the Protz trilogy 13 Horses, as he skillfully weaves the spirits of the ancient Western American Indians folklores into the present-day Western world. The Shape Shifter's and Skinwalker's of ancient cultures play an important role as Parmeter creates an energetic story about searching for Mike's great-grandfather, retired Brigadier General Sean Michael Protz's, final resting place and a lost gold mine. The romance with Katy black picks up-tempo, as they join forces in solving the mysteries surrounding the folklores of 100 years ago in the present-day. This memorable novel is a must-read for all people both young and old or not so young. With each turn of the page, there is a new adventure with a flavor of unique historical facts. It's up to the reader to separate the gossamer-thin line between fact and fiction when you sense the cold clammy feeling of the hairs on the back of your neck standing up when an unspoken evil presence is close to you as you walk into a dimly lit old mine tunnel.