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teethrotter · 2 years

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i saw a grizzly bear today :)

#kansas boy goes to montana and immediately develops more love for it than he ever has for any other place #granted i am poor so i have not been to many places outside of kansas + missouri but oh my god #i am so in love here. colorado is a very close aecond but montana is just a whole different world to me #i got here yesterday and i knew immediately that i was going to get my shit rocked but god #i can't describe it. it really feels like fresh powerful romance #i have always dreamed of living in colorado ( if i am to remain in this god forsaken country ) but i think montana is surpassing it #obviously i am totally ignoring how i very much feel like i am going to be hate crimed at any second #and how overwhelmingly desolate + inhospitable the land is #but my god. i am in love wholly and entirely #there's no better way to describe it #teeth has a religious experience in montana without any cell service at any point #+ totally sober + being surrounded by untamed wilderness + miles and miles away from civilization #auuuuuvgghbbbhhhhhh #i am so exhausted i have been traveling for ages and am running purely on crazed sleep deprivation but #i'm in love and had to prattle about it somewhere i guess #i also have not been on social media like at all and i know it's just another way for me to self-isolate to the point of self-harm #but in this moment it has been very valuable and helpful #i will enjoy it while it lasts

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sassygrrl32 · 1 year

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Planned Colorado Road Trip~Rachel Holbert Jones Page

To see all of my categories of posts go to the Home Page A few months back I saw a post about Crested Butte Colorado and I decided that when I finally get a break from taking care of my aunt this is where I want to go. It will be slow because I haven’t driven my car that much over the past few months and it will be a year with the car only being driven a little. I know this is bad but I didn’t…

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beehindblueeyes · 2 years

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Misery and the Black phone- experts in suspense

I don’t know about y’all but these movies stress me the hell out and I LOVE it. It’s hard to scare me most of the time, I can watch gore all day (really loud noises get to me but it never lasts long) but these two? Yea. I’m bunched up in my seat, my hands glued to the side of my face and holding my breath. It leaves me so tense with small moments of relief that I keep going back for more. These movies are master classes in suspense, thrill and a bit of horror.

Now, I just finished reading Misery lately and it is the well sung tale of “the book is Better” however the 1990 adaptation of the 1987 story is pretty damn accurate in nearly every aspect. I appreciate it. However this being said I do have to lean on the side of Misery being much more suspenseful? It freaks me out a whole bunch more- by this I mean that it fills me with the same dread each time I rewatch. Where as once knowing how the black phone goes, it’s slightly less suspenseful. There’s a sense of security that the other just doesn’t have.

The Grabber and Annie Wilkes presence-

Now the two are similar in the way it’s an abduction story with a crazed person who has a deep wanting of acceptance/passion but is also… you know totally insane. With the protagonist locked away in some room or their house. It’s also said that they are the producer of the stress in both situation. They could be anywhere… around any corner… in any shadow. Any second that door will open and who knows what they’ll do to you when it does. Maybe they’ll be nice… or maybe they’re mad and cruel and self righteous. Or they just wanted to look at you. (They both have a thing for the creep ass staring in thing).

Now Annie is actually outright stated to be manic depressive (old term for bipolar) but I am leaning to Albert having a similar issue? They share a lot of similar behavior such as the mood swings being so drastic it’s like their different people (the grabber going so far to even say so). Both swing from totally child like to total murder mode with the snap of their fingers- however the grabber appears to have a whole lot more control over himself. But I like that they never pin a Illness or give a explanation. We don’t need one. I like the way nothing is explained about him, it’s implied he had a bad childhood but it’s never used as an excuse. Never explaining a thing about him makes him freakier. It’s scary because he’s just … like that. Where as with Annie it gets freakier the more we learn about her past.

Never knowing vs knowing-

Something something. The fear of the unknown.

With the grabber the main fear component, for me at least. Was never knowing when he was going to come in. Never knowing if Finney was going to be safe or not. I kept my eyes on the basement door CONSTANTLY when I first watched it. I freaked when ever finney started an escape attempt because I expected the door to open at any moment- whenever he makes a bit of progress that will be when the grabber comes In and punish him for the escape attempt! This is what I meant by it losing that fear upon rewatching as you know he won’t come. You know he’s tied up with his brother and playing the waiting game the rest of the time… there is a very thin line of safety that Finney rests upon.

With Annie it’s that you KNOW she’s coming. She knows all. Sure she’ll be gone for days or hours at a time but whatever small move Paul makes, even if he’s sure to cover his tracks- she’ll notice and punish him for it. She comes like clock work, when not having a episode, and the fear is that you never truly know what mood she is in until she Is inside the room.

You never know when the grabber is coming in and you always know Annie is coming back

Anyways this was my total love letter to these two movies, mainly their villains. Honestly still hold the headcannon they take place in the same universe (despite black phone not being Stephan king) after all both are in Colorado and sidewinder isn’t to far from Denver… though misery takes place years later

#the black phone #black phone #the black phone 2022 #the grabber #albert shaw #finney blake #misery 1990 #annie wilkes #paul sheldon #suspense #horror #80s horror #70s horror #movie villains #horror villains

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heretyc · 11 months

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I'd Follow You To The Ends of the Earth [Short Eddie Fanfic]

Been dreaming about Eddie lately. I don't dream about characters unless I feel "adoration" for them...so clearly I've yet to leave my Eddie Gluskin phase lol.

The dream I had last night was humorous and I thought I'd write about it. Enjoy.

A little synopsis: You're like Miles, trying to expose Murkoff. So you went to Murkoff, obviously, and you went to Temple Gate after being told that Murkoff was behind an even more evil scheme. A little guest came with you.

Gender neutral. Eddie calls you his bride, but I think we all know he'll call you that regardless of sex/identity. So.

If you're curious, the dream was about me going to Temple Gate to seduce Val and Eddie followed me because I was already 'married' to him. AKA I had a crush on him first before playing Outlast 2. Good one, brain.

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So. Temple Gate was shit.

Just by getting out of your car and immediately smelling the air, you could tell this place was nasty. Old blood and a saccharine scent invaded your senses, and you scrunched your nose as a result. Fuck this place.

You've been here less than 5 hours, and you already want to fuck off into the moonlight. Blake and Lynn Langermann can wait. Hell, they're probably dead by now.

After being taken hostage by some crazed priest, then running into a delusional blonde who licked your face clean off, you had come to a conclusion.

"God, this place sucks." You mumbled to yourself.

"Don't be so harsh, darling."

Jumping out of shock, you rush to see who just spoke, and...

Dear god.

"EDDIE? What the fuck?!"

The scarred man looks at you with an excited expression, and you're more than confused. How the hell...?!

"How did you...? Did you FOLLOW ME HERE?"

This man was in COLORADO. You're in ARIZONA. How the FUCK...?

"Of course, darling...Is this our honeymoon spot?" Eddie questioned, looking around at the dusty, bloody horizons. He gave you no time to respond. Clicking his tongue, he looks at you with a teasing expression. "Not very romantic, dear."

You continued looking at him, eyebrows raised and your jaw slack. He took a gentle hand, placing it underneath your chin and pushing it upwards. "Close your mouth, dear. You'll eat flies. In this place, it's more than a guarantee."

"Eddie...this place is dangerous." You huff, putting your hands on your hips. "You could be killed."

"Why do you think I came? I heard your little phone call. I sure hope the man on the other end knows you're betrothed." He chuckles, pulling out a knife. The same one he used to threaten you with before he...proposed.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't protect my bride?" He raised a brow.

"Eddie...sweetie..." You put a hand on his shoulder, shaking your head sadly. "I have been taken hostage. And straddled. And called every insult in the book."

"Oh, I know." Eddie wiggled his brows and pointed behind him.

...Corpses.

The weird, mud-coated men and women who assisted in your forced licking session laid face down in the dirt. They had made the trek back to their abode and became victims to Eddie, apparently.

"I wasn't able to catch up to that delusional blonde, unfortunately." He pouted like he was denied a cookie after dinnertime. "I did, however, learn where they were staying. Conveniently enough, we are standing right in front of their place!"

You were in awe. You thought he was just some marriage-obsessed himbo.

Apparently not.

"Come, darling. I'll be with you every step of the way."

"Oh yeah?" You began walking toward the mines, and some of the Heretics came out, eagerly shrieking at the sight of the two of you. They were going to make you suffer.

"Absolutely!" He chirped, caring not about the dirtied water that coated your legs. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

Looking at the Heretics with an uneasy stare, you grinned.

"Good to know."

#outlast #eddie gluskin #this was funny. then became cute #wildfire smoke has reached my province so i'm writing to pass the time #this wasn't my best #i am very proud of how i write for eddie :D #outlast fanfiction

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daakjenaar · 8 months

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Manic creativity in the best cRPG

I’m not doing anything else with this Tumblr account, so I’ll post my inane ramblings instead.

There is a fine line to walk when trying to fit so many ideas into one video game. Walk too far on the side of serious, realistic content, and you’ve brewed a modern Larian Studios game where an insistence on being down-to-earth is utterly destroyed by a comic-relief encounter with some sort of whimsical chicken in between body horror and misery. Or to a lesser extent, have an otherwise mostly serious story get derailed by something lighthearted but altogether harmless, as is the experience with so much of Fallout 2. Walk too far to the side of cartoony, goofy subject matter, however, and watch as your writing becomes the wrong kind of laughable the moment you try to get mature. See the Borderlands series for a fine example.

I just made someone angry with each of those takes, so moving on.

There are ways to maintain a balance. The simplest way is to stick to one side and cut out everything that doesn’t fit, to curate a game to be a cohesive experience. As much as it’s a shame that so much of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 was forced to be cut, for all its faults, the game is a serious take on a classic, perhaps overdone franchise with a clear thesis. The balance between comedy and maturity can be achieved, of course, but that is easier said than done. As much as I hate to praise the works of Chris Avellone, I must cite a second project he worked on, every terminally online person’s most formative roleplaying game. Fallout: New Vegas is by no means a flawless game, I’m still amazed that the same quest can jump between the absurdity of helping a bunch of zombies piloting prop rockets to their holy land, and genuinely feeling conflicted about their treatment of their non-ghoul scientist ally. Of course the ghouls need these model rockets, that makes perfect sense, but did they need to gaslight this poor human into helping them? The quest I’m citing is the go-to for anyone singing the game’s praises, but any number of the game’s regions are host to the same kind of mix of the two tones. With high-enough quality in your writing, even the most disparate vibes can mesh.

But that’s a high bar. Saying to “just write good enough to make it work, lmao” is useless advice. Writing is exceedingly difficult, and good writing even moreso. So what if you try doing everything at once? Every idea, regardless of cohesiveness, coherency, sometimes even quality, all thrown into a bizarre soup of raw creativity.

If that sounds like a good time, then I urge you to get yourself a copy of Wasteland 3. All at once, it is one of the most engaging, fascinating, and baffling video games I have ever played. A point where it crosses the threshold from ‘a few weird ideas’ to a display of sheer, manic creativity. The kind of game where I encountered a weaponized statue of Ronald Reagan and the robot anarchist commune said statue is fighting. Where many quests center around a society of people named the ‘Monster Army’, who wear outfits taken from an off-brand Spirit Halloween and inhabit an old, buried mall. All the while, this Monster Army is under constant threat from a bunch of crazed clown-themed bandits who bring pain and destruction wherever they go. A partially-mechanized army of well-organized raiders seek to pillage and claim the post-apocalyptic snow-swept lands of Colorado, lands currently led by a man who wields a comically large warhammer wrapped with an American flag, sitting upon a throne of guns.

Wasteland 3 is a truly, genuinely bizarre title. At every turn, the game has some new idea to throw at you. The tone is so erratic that there really is no tone anymore. In its own way, it is such a strange and incoherent game that it comes full circle into making perfect sense. The most faithful attempt at recreating a classic psychedelic film in a game format. The game’s own drug imagery aside, every facet of its story seems to be focused on baffling and throwing off the player. The gameplay itself is quite good as far as cRPGs go, but the story is why the game has stuck with me so strongly for well over a year after playing it. Even when the game gets serious, there’s still an air of delirium. Sure, everything seems to be making sense now, but when is this important character going to do something fucking weird? I know it’ll happen, I’m just waiting. On paper, Wasteland 3 should be a mess, incoherent in all of the worst ways, and a cautionary tale. In contrast, though, it broke the idea of coherency so hard that it makes perfect sense. You just need to be in the right mindset to pick up on it, the kind of mindset you get in after clearing out a clown-bandit circus camp or watching a (good) Ralph Bakshi movie.

There are absolutely points being made, satires to be found among the bizarre vignettes, and moments that justify the game’s strangeness. I’m sure that the murderous Reagan statue’s saying something witty about America, and I can’t help but look for some meaning in the Patriarch of Colorado and his throne of guns. A game written by a more self-serious writer might try to add a few more layers of abstraction, but Wasteland 3 dares to ask the most important question.

With a sufficiently large gun, can I kill Ronald Reagan? If you know anything about writing essays and wish to malign my sloppiness here, please direct unto me your rage in great detail. I am a failed arts student, and thus too lazy to properly structure arguments.

#wasteland #crpg #video games #short essay #am i doing this right #how do i tag posts correctly #fallout #ronald reagan i guess #the s blade has a hackblood charge

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propelaxeleague · 7 months

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chxckandmxte · 2 years

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Starter Call || @missxnsuppxrt

Finally it was over, the biohazard that happened in New York at the hands of yet another crazed man by the name of Glen Arias, someone who was referred to as a merchant of death when in reality, he was just another person who lost their mind to revenge. A part of Leon could understand given that his wedding had been bombed, anyone would want revenge for something that horrible, even so, the whole world didn’t have to pay for it. Leon never originally cared about taking up his gun again. But then, Chris Redfield and Rebecca Chambers came to find him and pull him into that crap. While he was very reluctant, it wasn’t until they were shot at and Rebecca was kidnapped, that was when he knew he was in too deep and couldn’t back out, after her abduction, was when the real seriousness of the old Leon came back, he knew that he had to help Chris now, as skilled as he was, there was no way he’d be able to handle it all by himself, so they set off.

After several long hours of zombie shooting, close range shootouts and hand-hand combat topped off with the initial mutation of Glen Arias himself, the chaotic hours had finally come to an end, and with Rebecca chambers hand-made cure, the city of New York could finally settle down into peace as all the affected civilians turned back to normal. It had only been roughly close to twenty-four hours, it felt like much longer for Leon, all the missions felt like they dragged on for longer than they would, it was tiring. With the ordeal finally behind him, as the plane himself, Rebecca, and Chris along with those other two very capable BSAA soldiers.

Upon his their arrival, Leon bid them his goodbye’s, Chris and Leon shook hands as a sign of no hard feelings from the bar in Colorado and reassurance that the two of them could count on each again for help should something like ever happened again -- and eventually it would, this world seemed to have a lions share of psycho’s waiting to try and unleash the next new virus that someone would undoubtedly create -- it always happened like that and probably would never change. As Leon watched the airplane take off and fly away into the horizon, as he turned his back to the runway and entered the airport, he was surprised to see someone he hadn’t seen in a little while, only this time she was right here waiting for him. None other than Ingrid Hunnigan, his mission support contact whom had helped him in pretty much all of his missions after his rescue operation to save the former presidents daughter Ashley Graham.

Surprised, the DSO agent approached her, he wasn’t expecting to see her here, she was usually always so busy with work in her office, so her being here made him wonder, just what was she doing here in the first place? There couldn’t possibly already be more work was there? He was so tired, and was in dire need of some serious rest and relaxation.

[{ ☣ }] - “...Hunnigan? You’re never usually outside of the office, if there’s another job, I don’t want it. I just got back from a mission that was enough of a pain in the ass..”

#missxnsuppxrt #V; Sᴛᴜᴄᴋ Iɴ A Gᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ Lᴏᴏᴘ (Pᴏsᴛ-Vᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ: 2017 ᴛᴏ 2020)#Jᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Jᴏʙ (IC)#//Sorry for the wait!#//I hope this works okay!

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Are Backyard Chickens Thriving In Colorado? Is Keeping Chickens in Colorado Your Next Sustainable Living Project? Is Keeping Chickens in Colorado Worth the Legal Hassle? What about Feed Costs? Are Your Colorado Chickens Getting Enough Sunlight? Is Your HOA Restricting Your Backyard Chicken Dreams? Colorado chicken lovers have been buying chickens at such a rapid rate that hatcheries and farms are struggling to keep up with demand. As a result, places like Wardle Feed have set limits of six chicks and four pullets per customer. The sudden craze is probably a direct result of empty grocery store shelves and meat purchase limits. As a result, people are stocking up on backyard chickens, building deep freezers and starting a garden. https://backyardchickennews.com/are-backyard-chickens-thriving-in-colorado/?feed_id=5418&_unique_id=6638b9adc16f0

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ramrodd · 10 days

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Evangelicals need to accept the fact that the Key Bridge disaster is a sign of God's anger at the heresy of Trump saluting the January 6 traitors singing The National Anthem from Jail. when I say "a sign' i mean it exactly in the context of the Gospel of John, Now, I know you have this prissy little fetish of putting the Gideon Bible in our hotels room on the floor outside your door, It's a characteristic you share with Ben Shapiro, that sort of intellectual prissiness. The thing is, I've had a conscious relationship with the Holy Spirit since 1953 and a working relationship with him since 1990, assembling the evidence that the Gospel of Mark was written by Cornelius, the centurion featured in Acts 10. Cornelius exists in the person and office of the Command Sergeant Major of the US Army across the hall from the US Army Chief of Staff. All the centurions were Pagan God Fearers long before Moses cam into their lives as members of the profession of arms, LIke Abram, they knew Yaweh, Queen of Battle without having to be circumfixes. As a combat crazed Vietnam veteran I know Yaweh, Queen of Battle, I am a process theology guru because, unlike Whitehead, the existence of The One is excludes doubt from the Pucker Factor. I'm not making this stuff up. Trump represents the spiritual smog of evil intent of the January 6 agenda going bac to the Nixon Plumbers, One of the effects tha the broadcasting of Christian Nationalism associated with January 6 and the House Freedom Caucus is causing the extreme weather in the Bible Belts by agitating the Spirit of God that continues to hover over the waters. This constant roll of weather coming across from the Pacific is the Spirit of God responding to the emanations of the collective Id of neo-Nazi Jesus Freaks centered around Colorado Springs. The constant barrage of Christian Nationalism broadcasting for Conservatives since Newt Gingrich became Speaker has probably been acceleration global warming by the spiritual distortions of all things Trump. So, I'm not kidding about the Key Bridge disaster being a sign from God that Trump is the anti-Christ. Francis Scott Key was a British prioner on a gunship right where that bridge fell down and watched the bombardment of Fort McHenry, This is God's indictment of Trump and the January 6 conspiracy for high crimes and heresy, This is God's endorsement of what is sacred in the US Constitution and Declaration of Independence and God's condemnation of Trum; et al's sacrilege and heresy, Lay that outside your hotel room for all the world to see.

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4kalonewithnature · 13 days

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giseleharvey · 11 days

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coloradomartini · 25 days

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Colorado’s Great Diamond Hoax of 1872

In 1872, Prospectors Philip Arnold and his cousin John Slack sold a false American diamond deposit to prominent businessmen in San Francisco and New York City. Triggering a diamond prospecting craze in the western states of Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming,

In 1872, Prospectors Philip Arnold and his cousin John Slack sold a false American diamond deposit to prominent businessmen in San Francisco and New York City. Triggering a diamond prospecting craze in the western states of Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming, Utah, and Arizona. The Great Diamond Hoax of 1872 was one of the biggest cons of its time. Read more More about this subject

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dxrkenedheights · 4 months

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Name: Skoll Jansen

Age & Birthday: 36 years old, September 12th 1988

Gender/Pronouns: cis man she/him

Birthplace: White River, Colorado

Time in Hollow Cove: 1 week (Jan '24)

Species: Werewolf / Visser Pack

Role: Soldier / Patrol / Trainer

Positives: constant, observant, brave, devoted

Negatives: sly, brutal, treacherous, impulsive

ABOUT

Skoll was named after the giant wolf that chased the sun. The one who mocks. And from an early age, he embodied the typical sneering and mocking personality that is seen across his host of brothers. The Jansen name has always carried a proud reputation for the warriors it produces. The Visser wolf pack in White River had been their home for generations, and nothing but warriors have emerged from their name. It was cosnidered something of a blood-gift in their lineage, to be crazed and unpredictable in the battlefield. But, beyond life as a warrior, it was not uncommon to find the Jansen name dragged through mud. Like his brothers, Skoll became a heart that was full of intensity. While he might not be loud and boastful, there is an obvious air of confidence that follows him and laces through his dry, cold and sarcastic words.

His arrogance has often been his biggest downfall, but Skoll sees the trait as a blessing rather than a curse. He went through his life with his brothers at his side, all of them chaotic and unyielding in their own way. On some days he offers guidance and on others, he offers troubl. It has been this way since they were boys, all six of them either fighting shoulder to shoulder or battling against one another in erupting sibling rivalry. But, their bond has always been unbreakable, forged during the grueling training that the Jansen traditions begin long before their wolves turn thirteen years and shift for the first time.

Alongside learning how to be a warrior, Skoll showed heightened skills at extracting information from enemies. He became known as Skoll the Mindbreaker. His excruciating methods always seemed to leave their prisoners brains a muddled mess, desperate to speak their secrets in hope for a survival that was promised but never came. It became difficult for others to trust Skoll when this became his fate, some wolves and witches avoided him in a bid to keep their own sanity intact. But, there was one wolf that seemed to be more intrigued than intimidated.

Lilja Visser captured Skoll's attention from the moment he noticed her ears, caught within the shift of human to wolf, delicately peeping from beneath her hair. Her adventurous and sometimes mischievous spirit was equally as endearing to him, and the two of them were suddenly inseparable. At least, until it became obvious that their differing personalities were sometimes too vast to ever meet in the middle. Just as stubborn as she, Lilja and Skoll were entranced in a back and forth cycle. He was forever chasing the sun, just as his name always suggested his fate would be.

When the war began in 2020, Skoll fought for the two days until he finally needed to retreat. He managed to escape with some of his brothers, Hati, Vidar and their youngest brother Egil. Together they have remained fighting across the lands in order to search for their other missing brothers Thorin and Loki. It has been a wild journey, with many mishaps and typical Jansen chaos along the way. Skoll has also been determined to find any trace of Lilja's survival, sometimes convincing his brothers into precarious situations because he's convinced it leads them to her.

#hollow cove: skoll jansen

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cathygeha · 5 months

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Blind Dog Canyon by Brett Cogburn

A Widowmaker Jones Western #5

I don’t usually come into a series on book five and did not see in the book description that this was not a standalone story but part of a series. That said, I had no trouble following the story. I am curious about what Newt did in the previous books and when he met Mr. Smith but otherwise was fully invested in the story and how it would turn out.

What I liked: * Newt: survivor, pugilist in the past, has his own set of ethics, good friend, generous, cares for the weak, does what is required, a survivor, scarred, steady, an interesting man

* Mr. Smith: Mohave Indian, travels with Newt, has seen the world, educated, wears a suit, tattooed, wise, older, multilingual, quiet, believes in clan and family

* Zuri: young, daughter of shepherd killed early in the book, survives the wilderness and evil men and bitter cold, goes on a quest at the end of the book, curious about how her life will unfold

* Rufus: Happy Jack’s rescue dog, old, has cataracts, might be deaf, really wondered if he made it through the winter

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* That I was invested in the characters and hoped the ones I cared about would make it to the end alive

* That the bad guys were exposed and that most were handily dealt with

* Thinking about good vs evil and the shades of gray in between – men are men and not always easy to classify as one or the other

What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about how difficult life must have been in the time period of this story and how much effort must have been needed to survive

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more by this author? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington-Pinnacle for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

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Two-time Spur Award winner Brett Cogburn revives the true grit and glory of the Old West with a hero as glorious as the author’s real-life ancestor Rooster Cogburn — master gunman Newt “Widowmaker” Jones. But when the Widowmaker agrees to guard a mountain of silver against an outlaw out for revenge and a cold-blooded hired gun, has he signed his own death warrant? They call him “The Cutter”… Famous for his fancy bowler hat, striped shirts, and double-holstered revolvers, Kirby Cutter is no ordinary gun-for-hire. He’s a cold-blooded professional. The best of the best—and the deadliest of the deadly. Which is why one of the nation’s biggest silver companies hired him. His latest job: To locate a silver claim in the Colorado mountains—and eliminate the competition. His biggest obstacle: The silver is guarded by Newt “The Widowmaker” Jones, a legend in his own right. But Cutter has a wild card up his fancy striped sleeve. His hatchet man is the outlaw Johnny Dial, who’s itching to slaughter Jones for killing his brother. It’s not the only showdown Widowmaker Jones has to deal with. A crazed grizzly is prowling the area, too—and it’s developed a taste for human flesh… One way or another, someone is going to meet their maker. But it sure as hell won’t be the Widowmaker…

#Brett Cogburn #A Widowmaker Jones Western 5 #Western #Fiction

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propelaxe · 7 months

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Axe Throwing Near Me: The Ultimate Social Experience

Where can I find the best venue for axe throwing near me? The answer is Propel Axe. Join the craze at Propel Axe that is sweeping through Colorado. Our Denver Venue is the ultimate destination to relish an unforgettable time filled with friendly competition, social communication, camaraderie, and a whole lot of thrills from hitting the bullseye. Book your axe throwing slot today and experience excitement like never before. Visit : https://www.propelaxe.com/packages/throw-it-together/

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