Books by John Seelye

Winky thought he'd seen everything in Wyoming Territory. Then into town one lazy day rode a long-haired kid and a colossal African mute. They were met in the saloon by Fiddler Jones, whose hair and temper flared like a wasps' nest. Fiddler's yellow eyes fell instantly in love with the kid's pouch of gold dust. That pouch was worth killing for.

Memory's Nation: The Place of Plymouth Rock