Title: The Noel Man
Doc Jacobi Western Book Three
ISBN: 978-1-62420-172-1
Author: Henry P. Gravelle
Genre: Western
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
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REVIEW:
The Noel Man is a
concisely-written "western" story that leaves readers pleased. More
like L'Amour than Zane Grey or Max Brand, author Henry P. Gravelle has created
a fascinating hero in the resourceful and fearless character of Dr. Jacobi-- a
man who can repair bullet wounds and extract infected molars. The former Civil
War surgeon is a world-class problem solver. Several Code of the West issues
(including horse thievery, respect for women, and relationships with Native
Americans) are successfully articulated in The Noel Man. I am anxious to read
the other two books in this series.
Jeffrey Ross
Gilbert, Arizona
TAGLINE
Doc Jacobi and Bell search
the Noel Mountains for a mountain man who stole Stark and added him to his herd
of wild ponies to trade to the Indians.
BLURB
Doc
Jacobi and Bell search the Noel Mountains for a mountain man who stole Stark
and added him to his herd of wild ponies to trade to the Indians.
EXCERPT
The
mountains west of Baron township, and right in front of me, touched the sky
with a white capped ruggedness stretching along the western horizon as far as
the eye could see. A few peaks disappeared within gray clouds promising rain
and blocking any likeliness of sunshine.
Bell
and I had been traveling most of the day when we finally neared the tree line
midway up a go-on-forever slope. Bell stopped, snorted, and tossed her head at
the rocky heights beyond the tree canopy; her imaginary thought came to my
mind.
Don't
think I can still climb them.
I
patted her neck; her ears perked when I spoke.
"I
wouldn't worry, girl. I reckon the herds aren't up on the big rock. They need
grazing space and ain't gonna find it up near the snow."
Bell
proceeded without a prod from me. She took an easy gait toward the forest
covering the base of the Noel Mountains; her head lower than usual and I knew
why. Maybe if I gave it some thought from the beginning, the ending to our
journey might figure out.
There
were no sense in singing or whistling or even conversing with Bell, she was not
in a frame of mind right now. So I proceeded to piece together events of the
last few days beginning with Bell's colt of two years named Stark, the reason
for our adventure.
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