|The Legend of Venture Canyon by Shayna Matthews.|
Step right up folks, gather ’round and hug your children close! We have before you a show today, a show unlike any you’ve ever seen before. Come closer friend, don't be afraid. Closer still, and allow me to regale you in a tale where deception is the norm.
Do you believe in what you see? Will you succumb to the speech of a man slicker than a vat of bacon grease...the sideshow talker? Or will you trust the charms of a Mediterranean Goddess as she lures you to her stage? Perhaps neither, for certainly the suspicious cowboy drifter would be the fellow worth trusting with your life. Right?
In the year 1872, entertainment is a necessary evil. Life is raw, harsh and relentless. What could bring more excitement to the drudgery of daily survival, than a traveling sideshow? Sword swallowers, serpent women and exotic dancers--who wouldn't want to see The Show? Certainly, a few measly pennies will be worth a peek or two at whatever mysteries lay beyond the curtain. What could it hurt?
When the traveling show hits a small town in Utah territory, submitting to one's curiosity is not always a good thing. You see, for Marah Romerro and her family, deception is not just the norm...it is Master. And the show must go on, no matter what the cost.
Hello. My name is Shayna Matthews, and I am an author. I liken what I do to that of a weaver. I 'weave' stories of historical fiction, illuminating epic tales of the era with a flair for characters who represent the fighting spirit of the men and women who have come before us. This is my passion, chasing down the embodiment of human spirit through the great American West. In the midst of research and travel for a work-in-progress series based in 1880's Texas, I stumbled across a call for submission from a publisher aptly named: Prairie Rose Publications. The subject matter intrigued my adventurous nature. That night I perused my collection of research material, searching for a nugget of inspiration. As I skimmed page after page, a name struck me. Venture. The murky shadows of an idea formed within the cobwebbed corners of my mind, and a legend was born.
Venture Canyon is my debut pride and joy, written within a month, including editing. I hope you, dear readers, will enjoy reading about Venture and Marah as much as I loved writing them. Their journey is indeed legendary. Let them take you along for the ride, I think they'll surprise you along the way.
Below is an excerpt from "The Legend of Venture Canyon" for your enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a comment below, as I will be choosing one commenter at random to win a free e-copy of The Legend of Venture Canyon.
Before you go, my friends, remember...a good legend never dies. Not because they can't, but because sometimes, they just don't know how.
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Excerpt from "The Legend of Venture Canyon" by Shayna Matthews.
Froth from the horse's mouth flew back in his face. Nostrils flared; his mount was blowing hard. Venture tried to concentrate on rhythmic pounding of the bay's hooves under his seat, but concentration didn't come easy when one was about to die. They were coming for him. Coming fast. They had fresh horses and arsenals strapped to their hips; a few even had rifles. What did he have? One lousy .44 with a handful of bullets.
The cowboy glanced over his shoulder, gauging the distance between his pursuers and his own tired mount. They were too damn close!
"Hells-fire, where'd they all come from?" Six had been closing in, now there were four more. Ten men. Ten, after him. He didn't like those odds at all. Digging spurs to flank, the bay leaped ahead with a valiant burst of speed, and he laughed. It was a sadistic laugh, that of a man who knew time was running out.
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