Alan E Losure
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Loneliness was the worst part of his life now. The days were long but the nights even longer. If he was ever going to accomplish that which his inner voice had instructed him to do, that which he had planned to do some day, he needed to make up his mind and do it now. He had known many yesterdays and expected few tomorrows. Pausing briefly in order to compose his private thoughts, the old man began.|In Quest for the Truth - a discovery is made of...
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Maggie O'Shea was in total panic having discovered early this morning, a warning note laid by the doorway with a rock holding it from blowing away. Though moisture had made some of the words blur, Maggie had no difficulty understanding a threat when she saw it. By now everyone in town knew of The 13th Disciple and that he backs up his threats with murder.
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It was well after midnight when the group of four met inside the darkened storage barn one-half mile north of town. Each arrived quietly knowing that new business was at hand that would require swift justice. No names were ever spoken though the identity of everyone was known but never discussed. A barn lantern was lit and the evening activities discussed. They met not to represent the local law enforcement community but to avenge the guilty and the...
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In the year 1896 pure evil stalked the land: Tom and Jack Milford were soon to be rich men by their standards. "Please," the farm wife begged, "Don't hit my husband anymore. I'll tell... I'll tell," she screamed. "There's a loose floor board under the table and a cash box is hidden under it. Please tell me my husband is alright!" Knowing that her husband was already dead, Jack lied, "He'll be alright now that you've told us about the money." Assured...
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There were no seats, and each freight car was packed tightly with our people. Mother, Vicki, and I managed to stay together, and we soon found ourselves jammed in tightly, like pigs going to slaughter. Before closing and locking the open doorway, a Union soldier placed a wooden bucket inside and instructed that it be placed in a corner. This bucket was our only latrine for all of us to use. He then gave us a bucket of water and a box of army biscuits...