The Gunnison River Serial Killer eBook #27

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The Gunnison River Serial Killer eBook #27

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by Raymond Cook
© 2017 (All Rights Reserved)
Page Length: 263
Word Count: 87,000

5-Star Book Review

5-Star Reader’s Favorite Book Review by Sefina Hawke
The Gunnison River Serial Killer by Raymond Cook is a Western fiction novel that would appeal most to a mixed audience of mature young adults and adults who enjoy Westerns and serial killer stories. Two dozen women have been beaten and murdered, and their bodies left in ditches. All the victims were taken    during the day and the local law enforcement is left befuddled. The U.S. Marshal’s   office decides that it is time to step in, and assigns Deputy Marshal Steven Anderson and his wife to go undercover to flush out the killer.

A horrible case turns into Deputy Marshal Steven Anderson’s worst nightmare when his wife is abducted by the killer. He has only seven days until her beaten and dead body will be left at a roadside to save her and catch the killer. The Gunnison River    Serial Killer by Raymond Cook is a fast-paced, suspenseful novel that was very         difficult to put down. When Lolie, Deputy Marshal Steven Anderson’s wife was            abducted, the book became impossible to put down. Deputy Marshal Steven           Anderson was easily my favorite character in that he was willing to do just about     anything to rescue his wife. I greatly enjoyed reading this book and I really hope the author decides to continue to write serial killer stories!

Story Excerpt………

“Five years ago, I was married to a wonderful woman. Her name was Annabelle, and we’d been married for seven years. Like any husband who lost his wife, it hurt    something terrible. The death of a spouse leaves a huge hole in one’s heart. After her death, I stayed to myself making my outhouses and traveling to Carbondale,           Redstone, and Marble to earn a living. When I was in them towns, I saw couples         walking hand in hand, kissing, laughing together, and sharing a future beside each other.

I wanted to have the same thing. I deserved the same thing. But every woman I met, and asked if we could share lunch or supper rejected me. After a while, I began to get angry, knowing I wasn’t handsome enough, didn’t have nice clothes, a nice ranch, and probably couldn’t buy them the things they wanted. Why should they have the right to have happiness and not me?

One day I came up with the idea of abducting women and hiding them inside one of my outhouses. Folks in those towns knew me, the sheriffs knew me, and I was free to enter, and leave town without so much as a glance. You’re proof of that. By the way, what’s your name?” asked Gerhart. Lolie told him her name. There was silence        between them for a minute or two, before she asked the one question, she hated to ask but wanted to know.

“What fate do you have in store for me?” she asked in a sad voice. He stared intently at her before answering her question. “The fact is, I haven’t given it any thought yet. I wasn’t sure I could grab ya and get you out of whatever town I took you from. I can tell you this for a fact though. There’ll be no escape, and no rescue by your husband, a sheriff or posse. Your fate was sealed the moment I laid you down in the outhouse. All that has to be decided is how you’ll die and how much you’ll suffer,” Gerhart said.

With that said, he reached down, picked up the oil lantern, stood up and left the shed. At that moment, Lolie’s mind was filled with the memories of what she was told the young child went through before she died, and what the spiteful woman back in Marble endured before she died. She felt absolutely helpless. For a few minutes, like a fish dropped on the shore desperate to flip-flop back into the water and live, Lolie struggled against her restraints frantic to get free.

Exhausted, she gave up and cried herself to sleep. Whether she wanted the sun to rise and get it over with or take longer to put off the inevitable, the sunlight from the doorway woke her up. Lolie knew it was just a matter of time before she knew her fate and endured her first beating. When Gerhart stood in the doorway, she knew it because he was blocking some of the sunlight from shining on the mattress on the dirt floor.

She looked in his direction and saw a large cup in one hand, and a plate with food in his other hand. Also on the plate, she saw the end of a fork. As he walked closer to the bed, she smelled fried taters and sausage. He sat the plate and cup carefully down on the chair, before kneeling down close to her face.

“Good morning. I slept on it before I decided how you’ll die. You won’t die the way the gal back in Marble died, or the child I took my anger out on you. I recon before the seventh day has passed, you’ll wish I had though. Three times a day I’ll feed you, and three times a day you’ll feel that leather strap laying on the ground beside this chair. On the seventh day, I’ll use my knife and, cut the back of your lower left leg.

Then, I’ll undo these straps; help you stand up and walk you out into the open. I’ll take out my pocket watch and give you a 15-minute head start, as I watch you limp off into the woods. Then, I’ll come hunt you down, choke the life out of you, and leave your body along the road like all the others. I’m telling you all of this for one simple reason. As you’re being whipped, you’re going to beg me to get it over with and kill you. But I won’t. There won’t be a quick death for you,” he said.

As tears fell from her eyes, Lolie looked at the cup of water and plate of food. “What if I refuse to eat the food you bring to me?” she asked tearfully. Gerhart smiled and nodded, as she watched him reach over, and pick up his leather strap. “I’m confident I can change your mind, or you’ll pay the price for your stubbornness,” he said,         almost daring her to refuse to eat what he’d brought her.

Then, the laughter left his eyes, and she saw sternness. “So, what will it be, are you    going to eat what I brought you, or suffer the consequences?” he asked. Lolie            reluctantly said, “I’ll eat.” Suddenly, she saw him smile as she heard him say, “Good girl.” He set the cup of water close to the mattress on the ground, and then picked up the plate. By the time she’d eaten all she wanted, and drank what she could, he stood up and set the strap down on the chair.

“The next time I come into this shed, I’ll pick up that strap,” he said in a cold voice. As Lolie felt herself soil the canvas tarp under her again, she wanted to die. It would cheat him of the enjoyment of torturing her and watching her suffer. But there was no way on her own she could kill herself. At that moment, she didn’t know how long it’d be before he walked back into the shed and whipped her.

All she knew was, she’d be beaten three times a day, for seven days. That meant she had to endure 21 beatings or die from them. But she knew one thing for sure. If she refused to eat the food he brought her, she’d be beaten more, and he’d show no    mercy. The child’s death, and that of Theresa was proof of that. Ruthlessness came easily to Gerhart. As she sobbed, she thought of her husband and how worried he was.

By nine that morning, Steven’s horses’ reins were tied to some brush at the                crossroads to Marble and McClure Pass. He’d brought a stool with him to set on, plus a large sack of jerky, and a canteen of water. Across his knees rest a Winchester rifle with eleven shells in it. He was filled with anger and eager to kill someone. Though it could end up, the person he killed might be innocent, the thought was fleeting.

What he stayed focused on was, for the killer to dump his wife’s body along the road to Marble, he had to have her in a buckboard or hung over a horse. He promised      himself he wouldn’t kill the man with his first shot. He gloated with an evil                satisfaction the killer would never kill another woman. As each man on a horse rode past all alone, he never left his stool. When he heard a buckboard, freight wagon, or a covered wagon approaching, he scared the wits out of the driver.

What man looking down the barrel of a Winchester rifle wouldn’t feel he was about to be robbed? But the deputy marshal’s badge pinned to Steven’s vest took some of that fear away. Once he knew they were innocent, he apologized and waved them on. At ten o’clock, Gerhart closed his pocket watch, stood up, and left the table. When he walked into the shed, she saw him, turned her face away, and clenched her fists tight, and waited for the first blow.

She never saw him pick up the strap, but she heard him speak. “I won’t whip you so hard I’ll draw blood, but you’ll get ten welts across your back, ass or legs just the same. With each scream you let out, keep telling yourself, in seven days you’ll be let go,” Gerhart said. Seconds later, she heard a swish, and the strap slapped against her back. She screamed out in agony, and before she could take her next breath, the strap struck her again.

Each time he inflicted pain on her body, he counted, to let her know how much more pain was coming, or when it would end. By the tenth time he struck her, she was      sobbing, and her body felt like it was on fire. For someone who wanted her to live for seven days, he hadn’t shown her any mercy. When he returned with her noon meal, she was wild-eyed and struggling to get free. “It ain’t no use, woman. You’ll stay right where you are until I untie you. I’ll wipe you up before I feed you.

Under his left arm were some convenience papers, and he let them fall to the ground. Then, he set the plate of food, and cup on the chair. He showed no  tenderness when his left hand spread one cheek and wiped her with his other hand. Then, he did the same thing to her other cheek. He tossed the sheets away and patted the two-inch-wide raised red welts across ass her making her sob.

Then, he scooted closer to her face and asked, “Do ya feel like eating what I brought you for lunch?” Oh, how she wanted to glare at him and spit in his face. She wanted to tell him he’d die a slow death, if she ever got free but she didn’t speak. As tears rolled down her cheeks, she nodded. At three o’clock he returned, picked up the leather strap again, and inflicted ten more welts on her body.

…………………………. Continued

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The Gunnison River Serial Killer is my newest 2017 action-packed western frontier eBook. This eBook was uploaded onto Amazon on March 25, 2017. I’ve made this comment section so I can share with visitors to my website what readers feel about this particular eBook. To share your comments too, just go back up to the top of the page and click on the Contact Me tab. 

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June Aker, June 7, 2017 I was skeptical in reading a book having a dark side while on vacation but the cover of the book had me totally intrigued. I am under the          impression that the writer has a multiple series of books. However, at the very         beginning, I felt like I walked right into the story without missing a beat. Without     giving it away, this is a good read and highly recommended.

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