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The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.

Welcome to Sweethome, a town owned by the cruel Thacker family. This sweeping western novel exposes town corruption to religious persecution. From the world of professional boxing to the farthest northern logging camps and the human suffering and tragedies in between, Sweethome is written to answer the age old question: Can any good come out of tragedy? There is hope for those who believe.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

Not fully sure of the horse and rider's position, Stone pushed up to his knees. It took a millionth of a second to locate his target. In the same span of time, the rider spotted Stone. He was bringing the long-barrel rifle around to bear on the deputy marshal. The shots were simultaneous. The rider missed. Stone didn't. Stone got off a second shot. The rider didn't. Stone's bullet struck the bushwhacker somewhere in the shoulder area.

US Deputy Marshal Matt Bannister is coming home to reconcile with his family. He prayed he wouldn't see his ex-best friend Tom Smith nor the only girl he ever loved, Tom's wife, Elizabeth. However, old feuds unsettled never die and spark a powder keg of action as the quiet town of Willow Falls trembles in fear when the desperate Moskin Gang kidnaps Elizabeth and leaves a murderous trail for the sheriff Tom Smith to follow. In anguish, he turns to his despised ex-friend Matt Bannister to help him get the woman they both love back alive, if they can.

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.

This is a short story of a man hired to guard, as he puts it, a worthless stinky smelly mud hole.