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About the Book
A compelling story of vengeance, justice, and passion set during the Civil War in Arkansas. A young man is forced to choose between duty to his family and what is morally right.
Three brothers witness the brutal execution of their abolitionist father in the hands of three southern slave owners. A pact between them was then formed. They must hunt down and kill their father’s murderers.
Young soldier Willis Reed returns after the Civil War bloodbath, yet the pact between his brothers haunts him. His brothers are eager for revenge and sees themselves as judge, jury, and executioner.
Will he remain a righteous man, or will he seek retribution?
Those haunting images, combined with the iron will of his departed father, consumed Willis Reed. He could sometimes go days without thinking about it, but in the darker hours, all he could think about was that fateful night in Arkansas. That was one image that would never completely fade from his memory. He wanted those men to pay for what they had done. He had run away from Arkansas as fast as he could, but he couldn’t run fast enough or far enough to get away from the nightmares. He knew that his oath would one day take him back to Arkansas, though he dreaded it. The fact remained, however, that there were men in Arkansas who needed to be killed and deserved to die.
By the middle of 1863, the brothers had detached themselves from the army, and for the remainder of the war, they focused their efforts on the more personal satisfaction of the exacting of revenge. Vengeance and the settling of old scores had become the true obsession of their existence. They were neither Confederates nor Unionists—nor even Americans, for that matter. They were Reeds, orphans of circumstance, and the lust for revenge consumed them all.
“John, the moment we cross that river, we are in hostile territory. Any Indians we encounter over there, we have to assume could mean to do us harm. Now, we do have a few allies over there, but only a few and far between. Our trackers are Choctaw, and they are very good, but they have their own agenda. They’ll get us headed in the right direction, but they can only take us so far, and they will very likely abandon us altogether.
“Furthermore, if we should happen to run into any hostiles, we may have to break away from you and give chase. I’ll, of course, leave a few soldiers behind for your protection, and then we’ll rejoin you as soon as we are able. It is essential, John, while we are over there, that you and your man must follow my command. Is that acceptable to you?”
“Yes, Pink, I have no problem with that at all. But before we cross the river, there is just one thing that I need to look into, and I was hoping that I could maybe get some of your men to help me out with something.”
“Sure, anything, what do you need to do?”
“Oh, it’s nothing much really. I just need to dig up a grave.”