The Beginning...

Often a writer conjures up a vision and weaves it into intriguing tale. These the truly gifted artists pay homage to the mundane by transforming it into magic. On rare occasion, the story picks a writer, insisting they give shape and form to a tale beyond the scope of imagination. In my case, the story chose me. I love history and spend many hours poking around the past. I stumbled across a poem scratched on the walls of a jail cell from 1919. The words of a young man, found hung in his jail cell, haunted me. This poem begins my story. I felt compelled to take others on my journey of discovery as I tried to unravel the meaning behind his words. Many of the incidents in the story are true, but for the most part it is purely fiction designed to entertain. I hope you enjoy the tale as much as I enjoyed writing it.