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Sagebrush

    Hey, everyone. It is a beautiful morning with temperatures in the upper fifties and sunshine. I have been reading an ebook by William Wayne Dickson called Sagebrush. It was featured on Apple's promotional page for Indie authors, which they call Breakout Books.
    Sagebrush is a free book, about the youngster called Sage. His real name is Michael. He was left alone on the Great Plains of America, shortly after the Civil War. He was part of a wagon train that was attacked by Indians. Michael escaped, but his parents were murdered. So, at the tender age of 12, he was alone on the vast prairie. His story of survival and the quest to avenge his parents, is a top-notch book that you will doubtless enjoy.
    Michael spends six years alone, living in a cave and evading Indians. He learns from the animals how to survive. He develops skills that will serve him in good stead his whole life.
    Not only does Michael have to avenge his parents, but he has a chore that he must do to satisfy his father's promise to a dying man. In Santa Fe, there is a ranch which is owned by a lovely Spanish lady. It is failing through mismanagement and Michael must walk amongst men again to save the girl's fortune. Will he fall in love with the heiress or stay true to the fading memory of the Indian girl called Evening Star?
     I'd call this book 5 stars out of 5. It is clean enough for the youngsters to read and grips you from the first page. I recommend it without reservation, for any age group. It has a nice blend of action and romance. Of course, any tale about the wilds and the wonders of nature is right up my alley. Plus, any hero that fights a mountain lion is my kind of guy. Check it out, if you take the notion.
    I'm CE Wills.

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