Publisher's Synopsis
In this second edition of Gunslingers I have taken the lives of Billy and Julie Hanley farher to show that sometimes the Lord sees the beauty in people we may consider evil. He can make ways where there are no ways and change lives for the better. From the original introduction: In the late 1870's life was different. Men and women handled their own problems any way they saw fit. Any way which worked. The sheriff was only called after the fact. Just to handle the outcome. Maybe from time to time for a widow woman who was too feeble to protect her self, living alone. Usually that was too late. Billy Hanley came home from the war to find his mother died and sister was running the farm alone with their two slaves. He and his sister spent the next few years robbing yankee banks and performing hits on the yanks who wouldn't sell their farms to the railroad. At times they also robbed the railroad in revenge for the way they stole Confederat farms. Their last gun battle had them wounded, out of ammunition and without horses. But far greater things had happened. Things which they didn't fully understand. Things maybe their slaves knew about. Maybe some life changing things that would effect them forever. This is a ficticious tale about the mercy of God to those who find themselves in a situation they didn't ask for and can't control or end. Excerpt: "Well, we was ridin and it was like I was seein us from his eyes. The others were shootin wild and missin us. Then he pulls up that Sharps and it's like I'm him. I mean, I see us in front and the sights are on the horse I'm ridin. The sights go down to the left flank and the horse goes down. Then the sights go to the flank of your horse and it goes down. Not a shot to kill it but just make it quit a runnin. I see us jump as they fall and I see the sights on my head and then yours but don't fire. Then I saw us scramble to the woods on the river bank and I turn to shoot the man that shot our horses." "And. So what happened than?" By now Billy was intrigued. He had to hear the rest. "You made it to the woods but right before you got in em I, or he, or whatever, raised the sights to your thigh. Then you got hit and stumbled. Like he shot you where it wouldn't kill you on purpose Billy. Then the sights came to my head and down to my right chest. I saw myself draw my Remington and pull back the hammer. I pulled the trigger and the gun misfired. While he was a standin there watchin. Like he knew it would. Then I saw the sight steady on my chest and fire. Then it felt like I smiled. I mean like it was I who shot me and smiled. It scares me just to speak of it. That man coulda kilt us numerous times but waited for the right time to shoot." This is a fantasy story and any similarity of any person, event or place in realty is coincidental. The author does not condone any illegal or immoral activity.
