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The Bells of San Juan: Western Novel
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The Bells of San Juan: Western Novel in Ottawa, ON
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The Bells of San Juan: Western Novel in Ottawa, ON
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An ambitious criminal and an uncertain sheriff collide in this story of greed, revenge, and unsuspected love in a small California town. With the impending threat of revolution in Mexico, many lives are going to change, for better or for worse! Excerpt: "Ignacio Chavez, Mexican that he styled himself, Indian that the community deemed him, or "breed" of badly mixed blood that he probably was, made his loitering way along the street toward the Mission. A thin, yellowish-brown cigarita dangling from his lips, his wide, dilapidated conical hat tilted to the left side of his head in a listless sort of concession to the westering sun, he was, as was customary with him, utterly at peace. Ten minutes ago he had had twenty cents; two minutes after the acquisition of his elusive wealth he had exchanged the two dimes for whiskey at the Casa Blanca; the remaining eight minutes of the ten he required to make his way, as he naively put it, "between hell and heaven."
An ambitious criminal and an uncertain sheriff collide in this story of greed, revenge, and unsuspected love in a small California town. With the impending threat of revolution in Mexico, many lives are going to change, for better or for worse! Excerpt: "Ignacio Chavez, Mexican that he styled himself, Indian that the community deemed him, or "breed" of badly mixed blood that he probably was, made his loitering way along the street toward the Mission. A thin, yellowish-brown cigarita dangling from his lips, his wide, dilapidated conical hat tilted to the left side of his head in a listless sort of concession to the westering sun, he was, as was customary with him, utterly at peace. Ten minutes ago he had had twenty cents; two minutes after the acquisition of his elusive wealth he had exchanged the two dimes for whiskey at the Casa Blanca; the remaining eight minutes of the ten he required to make his way, as he naively put it, "between hell and heaven."


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