John Herold

The author was a senior mechanical designer for various defense contractors in Silicon Valley, California. He worked on aircraft, submarines, tanks, and related equipment. His watercolors have been displayed in retirement homes and art shows. Today he is retired, and he lives in his home state with a baby deer that come every day to our backyard. He has two daughters, who live nearby

John Herold

The One-Legged Cowboy, Gold Fever

Gold Fever

Benjamin Costa and Raphael de Goya have been in a long-running feud as tycoons of two rival corporations in Brazil. Despite their wealth and power, the two men are not satisfied. In the quest for more, they are vying to find the gold hidden in the forbidden parts of the Amazon jungle. Police Chief Compos is also journeying towards the jungle, but for a different purpose. A corruption case eventually crosses his desk. Compos found himself in the middle of the war between the two tycoons and has all of a sudden become in charge of putting a stop to the feud.

Gold Fever is a riveting tale of the backwaters of the deep pockets and is an elaborate and ferreting conspiracy that will grip its audiences from start to finish.

The One-Legged Cowboy

The cowboys’ life was not glamorous. It was hard work everyday and into the evenings as well. The cowboy was paid one to four dollars a month to herd the unruly and skittish longhorn cattle, to rope the strays and brand them, and to be able to drive the herds many, many miles to the railroads in Kansas for shipment back East. The cowboy knew he could be crushed under a stampede or even be hit by lightning on the open plains. He was fortunate if he made it to a town once or twice a year. It didn’t take a degree from a college, but a lot of guts and doggedness to be a real cowboy. The cowboy was usually a young man with little ties to home and a strong desire to roam. He was extremely devoted to his partners on the range and would die fighting for them. He wore the same clothes every day and ate whatever the chuck wagon cook gave him. He carried a bedroll tied behind the saddle and slept on the ground regardless of the weather. He became as hard as nails but had the graciousness to all whom he met. He was a real hero of the Old West.

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