|
Larry L. Layman is a 30 year veteran
of the Peoria Police Department (Illinois). He is the author of seven westerns. According
to Larry Layman, he was born a century too late and “instead of forking his blaze sorrel and heading down the trail,”
he has spent three decades riding the inner city streets of Peoria. His books
include: Jessie Buxton, Jose Baca, Paxton McAllister,
Tyler James, Buck Moline, Tom Livengood and Lema.
According to the description of
Larry Layman’s latest book, Jose Baca,
“they came as a four headed demon from hell itself. All were brandishing some type of club or blade. No time did I have
to take notice. My staff I ripped left to right across in front of me, the tip found the face of the closest savage. Damage
was done as the man's hands went for his eyes.
My second move with the staff
was a forward thrust which sunk deep into the chest of the second. So sharp was my point that I ran him through. His movement
forward had not been slowed, the force of which bowled me back. His falling club found my shoulder but the staff through his
chest had lessened its impact. Dead men have no strength. Bowled as I was I hit the ground hard, rolled and tried to come
up, but I couldn't. A savage was on my back; hard were his blows.”
According to the book description of
Buck Moline: An L.L. Layman Western, “You don't shoot five people, kill four, blind one
and beat yet another without someone coming to look for you. It just doesn't happen, yet I did not know what type of pursuit
there would be nor by whom. Certainly the US Army was coming, but it was one of its soldiers who started the whole shebang.
The Sheriff at this point couldn't see his way clear to head up a posse. Taylor was a bit broken up over the whole affair.
Irrespective someone would be looking. There were no doubt warrants for my arrest. Wary we rode.”
According to one reader of Jose
Baca: An L. L. Layman Western, “Jose Baca is another exciting adventure story written by L.L. Layman.
I have read all 7 books written by this extremely talented author. Each book just keeps getting better and makes you look
forward to his next book. I find that all 7 books would make excellent material for the movies and/or a television series
with Larry expanding on each of the wonderful characters in his books. Highly recommend this author and his books to all who
enjoy reading.”
According to the book description of
Tom Livengood: An L.L. Layman Western, “I'd no intention of confrontation, but with at
least twelve savages ahead of me caution was needed. In the brush well back from the ford I took a position that gave vantage
to the crossing. I saw no one but waited, listening. I heard no birds and took alarm at this. I waited longer, just watching
and listening. To my left there was suddenly a crashing through the brush. I turned to see both Indian women captives, still
naked, running right at me...then right past me. That they saw me I was sure. I could have reached out and touched either
of them. As they passed my eyes followed them, but another crash through the brush brought me back around to the direction
they came from just in time to see one of their Iroquois captors running after them, right at me. He was not ten feet from
me at a dead run and he saw me. His stone ax he lifted and such a scream I've never heard. I stood up, my walking spear
in my right hand. The point of the spear I raised up, the rear I braced with my foot.”
According to the book description of
Jesse Buxton, “...He and I made eye contact at the same time, it was Robert Myers. With one
arm he swept the hired lady out of the way, with the other up was coming a pistol. He shouted, "It's him!" Those
were his last words as I was out with my pistol and just a blazing away. My left hand was reaching for its pistol before the
right hand gun clicked an empty chamber. The other two men had also produced pistols and they died for the effort. In less
than five seconds three men died, Robert's only round missed, I had no idea where it went. I had emptied both handguns,
and from the distance of less than six feet I believe every shot scored a hit. I hit the door running as a stout red headed
man was coming in. I had the momentum and knocked him back out the door. He landed flat on his back and slid off the porch.
I ran past him giving him no never mind, grabbed up Jesus Christ's reins and we were off at a sprint. Jesus Christ, he
could run.”
According to the book description of
Tyler James: An L.L. Layman western, “If I slept any that night I certainly couldn't remember
it. Seemed I had stared at the darkness all night, sure I was to be imprisoned or hanged come morning. In less than a month
I'd been drug toward California, beset by Indians, whipped soundly, and now jailed; and I was not yet twelve. Dim
came the dawn through the slits about my eyes. Both were now swollen and very sore to the touch. I was sure they were both
black and blue. My nose had bled, but it seemed to be where it was. I'd a loose tooth, a cut to my chin and pain just
about everywhere. As I sat the bench in my cell I consoled myself by finding spots on my body that didn't
hurt, places they had missed, few there were. My left ear didn't hurt, my left leg felt normal. That
was it; the rest of me had complaint aplenty.”
|
