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James Work
Recent Projects
The most recent has been getting the 5th Keystone book, "The Dead Ride Alone", into Large Print. It is now in Large Print, paper and hardcover.
I took time out from writing westerns to compose a long poem for children, "Stone Soup Christmas," which has been tentatively accepted by a publisher as an illustrated book.
Projects or Proposals Offered
On offer is the manuscript of "The Grub Rider." Approx. 270 pages, edited and ready to go. I would also option rights to the unfinished Keystone novel, "Rider Clear of Vengeance."
Searchable Keywords
Westerns, Fiction, Myth, Series
Specialties or Categories of Interest
fiction writing, essay writing, editing
Experience, Credits, and/or Awards
Ten published works. Charles Redd Award in Western Studies. Colorado Seminars in Literature Annual Book Award. Essay volume short listed for Colorado Book Award.
Excerpts from Reviews or References
"Works' work works!"
"Probably the most knowledgeable authority on Western American literature."
(of "Ride West to Dawn")"A great book that reads well, holds you tight in the saddle and begs you not to put it down!"
(of "Banshee Canon")"A masterful novel of redemption...great novel by a good writer."
From The Book
From Chapter 3 of "The Grub Rider," the 6th volume in my Keystone Ranch series:
And so it was that Gabe was all alone and far from the buildings, standing with thin wisps of ground fog rubbing against his boots, holding a half-plucked chicken, pulling feathers from it as he looked away along the road. Although it was far too early in the morning for visitors to be coming to the Keystone, he watched with keen interest. For the year was nearly gone. The blacksmith had said a lady would come. A lady would come, and it was then that Gabe was to ask Art Pendragon for his remaining two boons.
As of yet there was only the long and empty road rising up out of the ground fog to cross hills and rises, sinking again into the mist as it went into the little valleys.
Standing alone and distracted, plucking feathers and staring at the distance, the grub rider was visited by a mirage that seemed so real and came on so sudden that he raised both hands to shade his eyes, letting the half-naked bird drop unnoticed. The carcass thudded into the dirt at his feet.
Riders! Riders, pounding toward him six abreast, charging at him like some troop of cavalry gone mad in havoc--except that he could not hear the hoofbeats. They poured over the near hill, quirts rising and falling, horses plunging--but in silence. The riders' hat brims were flat against the air and although their mouths were open and gaping like men who were shouting and whooping as they rode, there was no sound to be heard. No thunder of hooves. No voices. Nothing. Nothing at all. Gabe couldn't tell if they were touching the ground or floating over it, yet on came the ghostly legion of gray shirt riders on foam flecked mounts, phantoms rising and swelling and swaying in eerie unison, the horses shoulder to shoulder, the riders mutely shouting and using their soundless quirts with a vengeance.
And yet it was silent.
Stampeding down on him without sound.
Gabe dropped to his knees. His mind understood that it was unreal, yet his heart was certain that his end had come. Another moment and the wave of running horses and shouting men would surely sweep over him and pound him into the cold, damp earth. But as quickly as the apparation had appeared, it vanished. Where the squadron of riders had been there was only gray sky, the same featureless sage hill as before, and the same strange morning mist.
Gabe blinked once, twice. He rose and retrieved the hen carcass. He looked toward the patch of sky and hill where the charging riders had been and he saw that something was moving out there, a figure emerging from the haze.
It was a small man riding on a small mule. He waved a greeting, as if he knew Gabe, and when he drew nearer Gabe recognized him. It was the blacksmith's helper, the dwarf-like Eben.
. . . And so begins Gabe's first quest, in which he will escort a lady on a journey to free her sister from an evil giant of a man. Devotees of King Arthur stories will recognize "The Grub Rider" as a Western re-telling of Sir Thomas Malory's Book VII of "Le Morte d'Arthur."
A prominent Arthurian Encyclopedia has already listed my first four mythic novels as "authentic contemporary renditions of such familiar and unfamilian Arthurian tales as 'Sir Gawain,' 'Lancelot and the Sword Bridge' and 'Owain and the Fountain.'"
My work-in-progress, "Ride Clear of Vengeance", ambitiously undertakes the complex revenge story of The Sons of Lamorak.
About The Author
B.A., M.A., Ph.D in literature; 30 years teaching Western American literature and creative writing; ten published books, including an edited major textbook and two books of personal essays.
Copyright 2008-2009, James Work (Expires March 25, 2009)