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    Hellish
    Hellish
    Hellish
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    Hellish

    By Joe Cron

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    Parched, spent, and plodding through the relentless desert heat, Jack Barker thinks of nothing but finding his way home. A way to rest. Pushed to the limit of endurance, Jack begins to hear and see strange things in the swirling dust. It seems like a miracle when he suddenly finds himself with precious water to stay alive. But sometimes, staying alive isn't quite the miracle it might be.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLardin Press
    Release dateAug 10, 2013
    ISBN9781301092499
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      MUD LAY PEELED and parched in miniature caverns beneath the cracked hooves of Jack Barker’s black mare. He was dressed in his usual brown, with a long-sleeved button shirt and slacks, accented by an open black leather vest. At his sides, two brown-handled Colts slung from a black gunbelt.

      In the withering heat, the sweat-soaked scent of the leather wafted noseward under the crusted rim of his worn, white Stetson. From beneath it, faint grey shacks shimmered in the distance, twisted by the rising curls of swelter from the expanse of baked clay that lay between.

      The distant memory of a drop of water drifted through his mind like the winded puffs of dust whistling across the scorched earth. His boots dangled wearily in the stirrups on either side of his creaking, moaning saddle. He ran a moistureless tongue over the peeling cracks of painful lips. Each clop of weary hoofsteps echoed in his head as a taunting jab that seemed to say over and over

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