Publisher's Synopsis
ENEMIES OF THEIR OWN BLOOD -- IS A SWEEPING HISTORICAL SAGA OF A DISILLUSIONED MAN AS HE FIGHTS TO RESURRECT HIS LIFE FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT. THIS IS A BOOK FOR MEN WHO KNOW THE HORRORS OF WAR -- AND HAVE AN APPRECIATION OF PERIOD FIREARMS. LEADING HIS TROOP of Confederate Cavalry in a suicide charge to disable a battery of Yankee artillery that was firing round after round of deadly canister loads down into the Confederate attackers that struggled up the slope .. Sergeant Burton Allinder emptied his Spencer repeater into the nest of bluecoats closest to them and ordered his men to keep moving as he pulled out an old Starr pistol and used it to drive a spike into the touch-hole of the nearest cannon. COLD AND WEARY, the wounded soldier urged his bay horse through the freak winter snowstorm, knowing he was heading home, home to the family he has not seen for two long years .. Not since his state of Arkansas had foolishly opted to secede from the Union, and he had been conscripted into the army. IS THAT ENOUGH of a scar for you, Cap n? Burton Allinder said to the Homeguard officer as he pulled the shirttails out of his britches and opened the buttons down the front of his red underwear. The fat little Captain reeled back in shock when he saw the foot-long, flaming red scar that ran from Burton s ribcage down to his left hip. CALMLY, Burton dropped into his battle mode and took stock of his firepower as he waited for the approaching riders. He knew he couldn t outrun them on his crippled mule. He could hear them coming but darkness hid their numbers and their identity. IDLY, he stood on the deck of the river steamer as it crabbed in sideways, against the strong flow of the mighty Colorado River, and settled roughly up against the dock at Fort Yuma. Crowds of Yankee soldiers were waiting to unload the cargo . The last Yankee Bluecoat he had seen was over the sights of his Colt and he was looking down the barrels of their rifles. ARIZONA TERRITORY was exactly what he had been looking for he felt it in every fiber of his body. Out here a man could do anything he was big enough to do. Who he was, where he came from, and what had happened in his past .. None of this mattered to the hardy men he met. They were busy carving out their own personal pieces of civilization in this desert land and fighting the savage Apaches.
