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In this scene Monk, Cliffson and Thomas make a trip over the mountains to rescue Cliffson’s son from a forced labor camp.  I hope the scene will give you a taste of the story and that you will consider reading the book.  The ebook is quite inexpensive and I promise you wont be disappointed if you pick up a copy of the book.  Thank you.  The story begins below.

“The first day on the road passed quickly.  Fearful of being ambushed, they remained on constant alert and gruesome scenes played out repeatedly on their way over the mountains and Santiam Pass.

Most homes near the highway were burned out.  Shot up and burned out car bodies littered the road, one recent enough the stench emanating from the bodies rotting inside was nearly enough to gag them.  Twice they stopped to roll cars off the road to make room for the van to pass, but otherwise encountered no road blocks set up to ambush.

Fuel was scarce but people were scarcer.  The lone individual they encountered swiftly scrambled back into the forest when the van came into view.  Mostly, it was just quiet.  Eerily quiet.

After reaching the mountain pass and beginning their descent down the west side of the mountains, the tension in the van rose with each passing mile.  It wasn’t something they’d anticipated and couldn’t quite put their finger on the reason why.  Though they saw no one, the feeling someone or something was watching, haunted.  The searching eyes, hungry stares and probing gazes went unseen, but not unfelt.

A few hours before dark, Monk pulled onto a side road in the timbered foothills east of Stayton.  Tree limbs reached out to grab the van, or possibly to hide it.  Cliffson wasn’t sure why, but sliding deeper into the forest reduced the tension and they all relaxed a bit.

Another mile over the pine cone strewn dirt road and their path forked.  The right fork continued uphill following the ridgeline.  Monk turned left and the road soon leveled.  In another half mile or so they came upon a small cottage.  Probably someone’s weekend retreat.  Cliffson thought.

A detached garage stood to the left a light blue house with a covered front porch of weathered wood.  Amazingly the house seemed unscathed, appearing to have dropped in from another space in time after the fighting had passed.  It didn’t fit and Cliffson found himself getting uncomfortable again.

“We’ll check the house first.”  Monk nearly whispered and turned off the van.  “Cliffson come with me, Thomas wait on the porch and cover our backs.”  No one else said a word.  Shotguns at the ready and pistols strapped to their sides, the three approached the dwelling.

The wooden porch complained, announcing their arrival and Cliffson felt a shiver run down his spine.  Monk knocked loudly but there was no answer.  He reached for the glass doorknob, found it unlocked and pushed it open.

The house was dimly lit but orderly and well kept.  Throw rugs covered the living room floor, window sashes were neatly hung and faded pillows reclined on the couch.  Ahead and to their left was the kitchen.  The tile floor was neatly swept and dishes were carefully stacked on a drying rack next to the sink.   There was no one around, but clearly someone had recently been here.

Monk was checking the single bedroom and bath in the rear of the house when Cliffson discovered something odd.  In front of him, on the dining room table, were an ash tray and a deck of cards.  Two wooden chairs on opposite sides attended the wooden table and in front of each chair was a stack of chicken bones, one pile larger than the other.  The house was so neat and clean it seemed odd to find chicken bones left out on the table, no matter how slicked off they might have been.  He was gazing at the table when it dawned on him those weren’t chicken bones.  Cliffson reached down and picked one up.

“H-yah!!!” he yelled and flung the bone to the floor.  Monk appeared at his side and assessed the piles of bone lying on the table for moment before picking one up for examination.

“Uh-huh, finger bones and they was a using em for chips in their poker game.”  Monk gently set the bone back on the pile and with a whimsical look turned to Cliffson.

“Looks to me like they played a few hands too.”

Cliffson marveled how nothing seemed to rattle the man, like he’d seen it all before.  “Looks to me like they were all losers,” Cliffson shivered.

“Well, there’s no one in the house and those old bones wouldn’t keep me from spending the night here, so let’s go have a look in the garage.”  Monk turned and led the way out with Cliffson on his heels.

Outside, Cliffson filled his lungs with the clear mountain air while Monk told Thomas what they had found.  “Gives me the willies,” Thomas said.

“Let’s go see about the garage.”  Monk stepped off the porch and began making his way across the gravel driveway.”

The reviews have been quite good, but if you pick up a copy I would be interested in hearing your comments.  Thanks for reading.

I would also like to add – the heart of the story reminds me of a commercial I once saw.  Click this link.


This is good stuff folks.  Very useful and something we can all benefit from knowing.


The more I’m exposed to prepping the more I feel like it’s about re-learning how to live a healthier lifestyle every bit as much as being prepared for emergencies.

These days, we’re programmed to go to the store and purchase whatever products are prominently displayed on the store shelves without giving it a second thought. Granted, more and more people are opting for organic alternatives, but the funny thing is that we’ve had the most “organic” products available all along, we just needed to see that they can be used to create what are probably the healthiest options for us.

While there are many basic supplies we could mention, I’ll focus on four: vinegar, baking soda, borax, and epsom salts. With these four basic base supplies one would be hard-pressed not to be able to replace nearly anthing we currently purchase for household use. Obviously, there are additional ingredients…

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I received an email yesterday from a friend of ours whose son is a marine stationed in Afghanistan.   He’s a terrific young man and it turns out he is reading my book TRUTHS BLOOD.  She sent me the following message describing his reaction –

“Zac is reading your book and loving it. He says a few of his Marines are reading it and loving it as well… Including his adjutant (Captain).”

It’s good to have the marines on my side and an email like the one above will make any authors day!  Maybe when Zac is done with it he will send a copy to his brother in the Air Force.  If you are interested in checking out the excellent reviews the book is receiving on Amazon the link is provided below.

Have a great day folks!


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It’s my birthday today and my book TRUTH’S BLOOD has been out for seven months now.  If your looking for a great summer read, or as one reviewer on Amazon put it “If you like reading dystopian books where it could actually become our future, and a real tear jerker, then you would love Truth’s Blood. This is one book that
is going to stay with me far into the future.”

A friend of mine bought four copies to give away as birthday presents.  I hope you’ll help me celebrate my birthday by picking up a copy of Truth’s Blood.  Thank you.

I love to pass along the names of long lost books that are full of wisdom and represent a time now lost to those of us living in the United States today.  “Flight from the city; An experiment in creative living on the land” and “This Ugly Civilization” both by Ralph Borsodi are excellent examples of what I’m speaking of and good reading for everyone.  With a little searching both can be found for free on the web.

My latest discovery is called “The Joys of Living” by Orison Swett Marden.  This is the books hundredth anniversary and its a very uplifting story. 

How many of us know how to live in the now?  Most of us gaze at something beyond, something to come.  Tomorrow, next month, next year when we have the new house, new car, better job and are rid of the things that annoy, we will be happy.  Our eyes are not focused on the things near us but on things far away.  We are so accustomed to living for what’s to come we lose the power to enjoy the here and now.  We spend our lives trading “futures”, building air castles and chasing rainbows.  It leads to discontentment, restlessness, nervousness and ultimately, leaves us unhappy.  Want to learn about changing this view to happiness in the moment?  Then read on.

A few days ago I was driving to the Winthrop Rhythm and Blues festival and drove across a bridge in Wenatchee Washington the was named after a senator – the Senator so and so bridge.  I thought it strange.  Why do we celebrate the government that takes our money from us by naming bridges and buildings after them?  Honor the people who take our money from us?  We used to name buildings after successful people.  Carnegie Hall for example.  Sadly, the day when we celebrated innovators is gone, so much so that we even vilify them, yet its not a problem to lift up those who take our hard earned money from us.

We have become so dependent on government that I believe it is important to find books that take us to another time and a different way of thinking, away from the thinking our current times lock us into.

Orison Marden was a physician, a writer and hotel owner, and incredible thinker, all during the time when Americans adored inventors and entrepreneurs.  In those days the rich didn’t hide and they gave massive sums to charities, church’s and libraries.  This was at a time when the capitalist spirit thrived – the second half of the 19th century.  Lives lengthened and infant mortality fell.  New products abounded from communication to transportation and these inventions were celebrated at world fairs.  Ever wonder why we don’t have world fairs anymore?  The point was not to celebrate privilege but instead, to celebrate the possibilities available to everyone.

Marden himself came from poverty and overcame great family hardships to achieve success.  There was a principle at work in his time that was basic cause and effect – work hard, dedicate yourself and dreams could be achieved.  And the greatest resource was the human mind.  Previous generations had believed they were trapped by class, and social position but Marden’s generation came to see the truth that nothing could contain an idea whose time had come as long as they were willing to act on it.  Ford, Edison, Firestone and Morgan all pointed towards Marden as their inspiration.

It’s doubtful you will find another book like this and because we lack the social template its not a book that could be written today.  This is a man who speaks to the individual no matter their calling,  Monk, banker, teacher, worker, preacher, musician, mechanic you name it.  This little forgotten book will change your life and possibly the world around you with the joy it brings.

Want to make a difference in your future and lift up that of others?  Grab a copy of the Joy of Living and absorb this 100 year old document that will speak to you from a time we no longer know, but that we all should know.  Its not luck, it’s not chance, it is all within yourself and this book will inspire you to move beyond the imaginary chains that bind you.

Man’s Past is Filled with Truth’s Shed Blood

We’ve all heard the phrase – history repeats itself, but never in exactly the same way.   Have you ever really thought about it though?  If it does repeat itself, then the obvious question is why?  Human nature maybe?  Naw, couldn’t be.  We humans are so advanced and so wise in this modern age.  I hear some of you laughing, but the rest of you were nodding your heads yes.

Could it have something to do about mankind’s seeming inability to learn from the past?  I tend to think so.  We seem incapable of picking up some of the basic principles that are so clearly displayed along histories road map.  What else could it be when the same mistakes are repeated over and over, thereby setting the stage for history to repeat itself.  Or said another way, the landscape of the future is painted with the lessons of history we ignore or never learn.

Examples – they are everywhere.  Here are just a few.

INFLATION – Almost always created on purpose by governments down through history, it happens when governments can no longer pay for their wars and bloated programs.  In Rome the Caesar’s would “clip” the coins that came into the treasury.  By stealing gold and silver from the various coins collected in fees and taxes, Caesar could expand the money supply to pay his bills.  Melt down the clipped pieces and mint new coins.

In more recent times governments didn’t need to resort to clipping coins.  They had the printing press and Germany made great use of it.  I think most of you are familiar with the stories of people burning bundles of Deutsche Marks because they were more valuable for heat than currency.  Or maybe you’ve heard the story of a man who found a leather brief case full of paper Marks laying in the road.  He dumped out the money and kept he brief case because it was worth more.

Here’s one I bet you didn’t know.  In the early 1900’s Argentina had the fourth largest economy in the world.  Subsequently destroyed by government programs that could only be supported by printing money.  England used to rule the world, but its currency has been devalued a number of times for the same reasons.

Today in the U.S. we are very advanced.  No need for the printing press here.  We simply create money out of thin air with a few keystrokes on a keyboard.  Why mess with the printing press when the numbers you create on a computer screen are just as valuable?

WAR – This ones pretty obvious.  Rome fell largely as a result of its far flung wars.  They were costly and basically they pissed off a lot of people.  Germany and Japan shared similar fates for similar reasons.  Do we in the U.S. think we can ignore these lessons?  Apparently so.

UNCONTROLLED BORDERS – Its not about being isolated and not allowing anyone in.  On the contrary, it can be most beneficial when done the correct way.  But history clearly demonstrates that no nation remains standing for long when it can’t or wont protect its borders.

I could go on but wont bore you with anymore history.  It has after all, become such a nasty word we don’t even teach it (in any meaningful way) in our schools anymore.  We are an enlightened nation and know that past history is just that and none of what has happened in the past will affect us – right?  And don’t go getting all political on me.  Both parties have taken us down the road we are on.  Pointing fingers at one or the other only demonstrates you don’t have a clear understanding of the problem.  Sorry, but the Truth can be harsh sometimes.

History is the premise that Truth’s Blood is written on.  Take the lessons of the past and apply them to the current state of the U.S.  Our future really is painted by the lessons of history we fail to learn or choose to ignore.  TRUTH’S BLOOD is one possible outcome.  The scary part is that this fictional story gets a little more real everyday.  I hope you’ll pick up a copy.  It makes for a chilling read in the middle of our hot summer weather.

If you have yet to read Truth’s Blood this will really shock you.  In Henderson Nevada, the police threw a family out of their home so they could use it as a look out post – a clear violation of the third amendment in the Bill Rights – you know, the one that says soldiers can’t be housed in your home.  Well as you will read in the link below, that’s exactly what happened.

Truth’s Blood may be fiction, but it’s close enough to the real thing you wont forget the book long after you put it down.

Here is the link to the story about the police occupation of a home in Henderson Nevada.

Truth’s Blood also received another FIVE STAR review on Amazon.

The comment is entitled Truth, Bloody Truth and a portion of it reads like this:  “Roberts takes a small town family through the perils of an ‘apocalyptic’ event; lets just say the destruction of society is not pretty. Pulling lessons and inspiration from history, the effect is utterly chilling. By plunging you into the Lang family drama and then destroying their world around them, I was left with chills that kept me checking over my shoulder in the dark.”

You can check it out here and I hope you’ll share it with your friends.