Tales of the Fort Whiskey Creek Trading Post
It was the morning of July 4, 1868. Events were about to occur that would remain in local folks' memories for a long, long time and eventually become securely lodged in the lore of the old American West. The sun had risen in every shade of gold and red behind high storm clouds far To The east. They were dark and laced with lightning. The rumble of thunder fell on the ear like distant cannon fire and made the post horses prick up their ears and turn To The wind. it promised to be another hot summer day. Tales of the Fort Whiskey Creek Trading Post, by author Robert R. Dahlgren, Is a collection of the craziest side-splitting misadventures in the history of the Old West, As the gang of Fort Whiskey Creek embarks on their greatest challenge: growing up! With charm and innocence, one tale after another evokes the spirit of pioneer life on the American frontier. Almost anything can and does happen in each hilarious, hair-raising yarn when the boys of Fort Whiskey Creek use all their ingenuity and imagination to get themselves into and out of trouble. Based on real events and outright whoppers, Tales of the Fort Whiskey Creek Trading Post will make you laugh, make you believe in the goodness of humanity, and will make you yearn for a simpler time.
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