Böcker utgivna av Kenneth E. Woods

Chris’s gentle and almost pretty face belied his broad shoulders and toughness.This day Chris was feeling good. He liked the routine, liked the long fast walking after being cooped up in school. No question, school was slow and boring. Others had sometimes tried to keep up with him when he made his newspaper deliveries but they couldn’t long maintain his pace. Route Manager Schwin called Chris his ironman.–From Chapter oneSounds like the beginning of an idyllic tale, doesn’t it? But later…Anna charged up. “Sharkey, you on my husband’s case?”“Nah. I’m a plastic surgeon, not a trauma surgeon. I dropped by to say hello but also to get a look at how well my repair job was holding up.And later yet …“I’m an FBI Agent. I serve the country and I serve the President.  He asks me questions and I answer them. In these films you’re taking of me, have some respect and blur out my face before you show them.”“Sir, we are newscasters and it is our duty to report the news, but out of respect for you and your services to this country, respectfully Sir, your facial image will be blurred out.”

The tale of Ritch "Kid" Daniels. Just a young boy when he found himself a civil war fighter, our hero survived that deadly scuffle and many others. After the war, he partners up with his boyhood friend, Billy, now a freed slave. They work the railroads going west and take up being lawmen together. The adventures they undertake tell the real story of the West after the Civil War. Travel with them throughout the West-gambling, gunfighting when necessary, always being decent sorts trying to stay alive and treat others with respect, if they earned it. Be with them when they find, and rescue, the women who will become their wives. Find out just how hard, and how good, life in those times could be. Hang on for a wild ride and a life you might wish you could have lived.

We meet William Culligan just as he and his fellow sailors are washed ashore in South Carolina, just at the end of the Civil War. But as the story unfolds we learn of his childhood in New York, his years as a mountain man-a thousand experiences in the many jobs he took on, and his almost endless travels.Vancouver to Texas to Mexico-New York to New Orleans-London to France to Africa. Gunfighter and rescuer, prospector and adventurer-he takes some lives and saves some lives.And throughout, loves-amazing loves.Either the most adventurous romance or the most romantic adventure you may ever read, this story will introduce you to a man you'll wish you could have known.

Eleven year old Frank Grady awoke while Nurse Charley was taking his vitals. His mind was more focused, clearer this morning and he said, "How long I been here?Nurse Charley said, "Three days and four nights."When Frank was feeling stronger, Grandfather Jake took him to a quality restaurant. After putting in their order, Frank said, "Grandpa, you said you never cheated at cards. How come?""Morality is a tricky thing. One man you can trust with your wife but not with your money; one man you can trust with your money but not with your wife. Look and you'll see that morality skips all over the place, yet each man assumes that his morality is an absolute truth and carved in stone."I took pride in not having to cheat. Here's a lesson for you. A card mechanic I came to know confessed that he knew enough to win without cheating, but that it didn't feel right for him to win unless he cheated-like he didn't deserve to win unless he cheated. I felt guilty if I did cheat-he felt guilty if he didn't cheat. The end result was the same in that each of us would end up with the other guy's money in our pocket. Only difference was it took me longer."

It's easy to accuse those that are different and Max Brauny was definitely different.Young Max was six years old and lived on the third floor on West Tenth Street in New York City. Tony, who was twelve and lived on the second floor, said, "Max, my daddy says you and your momma, each of you are about twice as wide as anyone else in the world. He said, your faces are about halfway between what the Neanderthal and what the modern man looks like. You're a neat kid Max, but you and your Momma, you sure are different." He asked his mother about that. She paused, looked at the boy, nodded, and said, "We are different . . . and by my standards you are the neatest, most beautiful six year old kid in the whole world. I am the heaviest boned and the strongest woman on the face of the earth and you, my son, are the heaviest boned and strongest six year old kid in the whole world. We are special, unique, and there are no others like us anywhere." "Why?" "Because we are, we just are. There hasn't been more than one other like us for probably the last 50,000 years. When you get older I'll tell you more. -From Chapter OneI bet you can't top this story with any you have ever read. Come along and see how a funny-looking kid becomes a star-level sportsman, a government agent and a bodyguard on a first-name basis with the president. Did I mention he is also a first-class human being? We should all be so lucky, or so good at what we do.