Gods of New Eden

By Dan Clyburn

While on a hunting trip, Jake runs across an ancient house with the words New Eden carved into the rock, this he wants to keep to himself until the meaning is clear to him or maybe there is treasure to find. It holds more than he could dream of, but the treasure is not the gold. After shooting a sheriffs deputy,he take to the desert. Tara and Kara, the twins, are of great help.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dan Clyburn
• Release date: Nov 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301160631

Dan Clyburn

Dan is seventy five years old, he worked all his life as Equipment Operator, Master Mechanic on trucks and equipment. Lift school when he was fifteen, and pursued an outdoor life. Many stories he could tell about the mountains, and the people he worked with, and knew. Hunted and fished all his life, fresh meat for the table. He has read thousands of books, authors like, Louis L’Amour, Edgar Rice Burroughs, are just some of the authors he liked the most. Their grammar wasn’t so good, but they had a fleet of editors. Because of his school day’s, and the work he pursued, Dan’s grammar is not the best. If you are one of those that has to have perfect grammar, you just as well go away now. But he tells his stories in a straight forward way, you will understand his work. Read his true stories book called ‘Young Dan and HORROR-able People’ some of the things he tells will make your heir stand on end. It is an exciting book about true things that happened during his school days. He has four fiction books, The Dart Game,-The Distant Crater,-The Far, far away Planet,-Gods of New Eden are all on Kindle. And will soon be on Smashwords.

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Gods of New Eden

Smashwords Edition

1-2-2012 by Dan Clyburn

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Fiction

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Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter One - New Eden

Chapter Two - Secrets of New Eden

Chapter Three -Clem’s Ranch

Chapter Four - Delgado

Chapter Five - Peace Maker

About the Author

Preface

While on a hunting trip, Jake runs across an ancient house with the words New Eden carved into the rock, this he wants to keep to himself until the meaning is clear to him or maybe there is treasure to find. It holds more than he could dream of, but the treasure is not the gold. After shooting a sheriffs deputy, things gets even more complicated. Tara and Kara, the twins, after being thrust on him to protect, he finds they are of better help than he first thought. The local Sheriff is a friend and does not hunt for him, but others do. The desert is his to hide in and he finds his way back to New Eden and the mystery it holds. The reward for them dead, brings hunters into the desert. He must find a way to get the reward lifted from their heads. They turn and fight in the only way Jake knows how.

Note: Over twenty thousand words.

Chapter one

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A few years ago while I was hunting in the southwestern part of the United States I ran across an ancient dwelling cut into the side of a cliff partly buried by the many years of the walls falling away. As I sat and studied the writing above, what it said was a mystery. But this find I wanted to keep to myself, there just might be some more treasure there when I got the old building cleared out. A good spring flowed from the mountain not far from this place, where I had found a gold trinket and it had the same writing on it. After making several trips to the dwelling, I moved away the rocks and dirt until I could see all of the writing. Then researching many books of the old writings of the Aztec and Mayan that had been found, I discovered that this writing was a little different than most, however the books did give me some clues on how to read it. As near as I could decipher the words they said, ‘New Eden’, this was of interest to me and I was determined to find out more.

Now keeping my find a secret was quite a task. Buying pick and shovel along with a gold pan, some screen to make a rocker out of, even a wheelbarrow and more camping gear led people to believe I had found a gold mine. My not working or showing any income made people wonder how I made a living. I didn’t need much that the desert couldn’t provide, being young with no one but myself to look after. I had worked the year before and had saved close to three thousand dollars and that would last me a long time. The thing being, some of the local crowd, the ne’er-do-well and thieves, started following me into the desert so I had to spend many a day just leading them on wild trails and off where my find would not be discovered. Watching my back trail all the time, I would take a dirt sample to pan later and just lead them on when I knew I was being watched.

One of the tricks I used, was to lead them around hoping they would get lost until dark, then I would build a good fire and settle in for the night, but soon after dark I would get up and travel in the night sticking to as much rock surface as I could. I would head back to my old pickup truck and drive to where I parked out of sight in a little ravine. I would then put a camouflage blanket over it and go on to New Eden where I had a good camp set up. This night I had parked a good fifty five miles from where I would park to go to my find, it was a moonlit night with about half a moon showing, and I had made good time getting back to my truck, being in a hurry I did not check things out good and went right up to my truck to open the door. A man stood up from behind a bush and said.

Hold it right there or I’ll shoot.

Well, I seen the glint of a pistol in his hand, with just a shadow by the bush, and I did not just hold it like he said, but swung that door open, I saw the flash, and heard the report when he fired his first bullet and it hit the door of my truck. Well I had taken to carrying one of a pair of old colt peacemakers that had been handed down to me. And as it would be, I would practice the fast draw for the fun of it, tearing up many of tin cans and wasting a lot of 44 bullets. When he fired and that first bullet hit the door, I drew and fired back, just as he fired again and it hit my truck cab. A third bullet snapped by me from off to my left and hit my truck, that man I now saw against the sky. Firing as I moved I heard my bullet hit him and he disappeared going to the ground. Not knowing how many there were I had flung myself to the ground, and I lay there listening for any sound for awhile before moving to where the first man lay.

Taking a pin light from my vest, I turned it in his face. I didn’t know him personally but I knew who he was and I cussed,

Damn it!! A frigging deputy sheriff.

And he was as dead as a popcorn fart. I went to the other guy and saw he was one of the local hoods from down on Fifth Street and he was just