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Blood For Blood was the first book I published.  The original version of this book was an assignment for an English class back in high school, which I went back and reworked ten years later.  Here's a couple paragraphs to get you started...

Johnny Kemp strolled through the swinging bat-wing doors of the Bull's Head, combination saloon and theater.  A stage occupied one end of the interior, and a pianist was playing a fast, happy tune on an ancient and faded piano at one edge of the stage.  Johnny chuckled in a low voice as his partner, Tony Malone, made a wry comment on the elegance of the place.

Dual guns slung low on Johnny's hips only hinted at the taste and proficiency he had developed for them.  He was in his mid twenties, taller than average and brown of hair.  A black, flat brimmed and flat crowned hat nestled on top of a mop of brown curly hair.  Beneath those, eyes which seemed to have a life of their own looked out from beneath thin eyebrows.  His powerful build was a testament to the work he had done, both as a boy on his father's Missouri farm, and later as a cowhand, gold miner, driver of spikes, or whatever else it took to survive, depending on the time and the place.

The two strolled up to the bar, resting their forearms on the edge as the bartender set a bottle down and placed two glasses before them.  As the bartender moved off, Tony made another sarcastic coment, and Johnny laughed audibly.  The bartender appeared not to be listening, but his face moved a shade nearer to red.

There were only two men besides them in the bar, two cowpunchers in from off the range, judging by their looks.  Both were dusty, both were dressed for the job, and both had that hard look that exuded confidence.  They were speaking in hushed tones...