Category:
Action/Thriller
In the land of Hortus, where eight evil Barons enslave and subject the citizens to their will for greed and gold, a boy enlists a mysterious gunfighter to help him seek revenge and kill the men that bring heartache to so many. Eight dangerous fighters and killers stand in their way.
A young boy living in the farm lands knows nothing of life in Hortus and its overlords: The Barons. His father is killed and he seeks out a gunfighter to help him get revenge. He meets Vincent, a mysterious man with a past connected to the Barons and Hortus. Together, they go on a quest to kill Maximus, the chief Baron and the other landowners. To remove the chains and give the land back to the people, they first must defeat eight deadly and dangerous fighters that stand in their way. Vincent's guns cry for Justice and they spill blood.
A western style action story about greed and justice, "Eight Barons and the Guns of Justice," speaks of standing up for what is right and fighting off the evils of mankind.
Excerpt
There was a space of land called Hortus, westward, surrounded by mountains and desert; yet inside of that circle bordered by barren land was a fruitful flower. With its seven petals spread outward, a garden it made. It was a glorious place. In the north: level lands and good dirt, which people could grow on, fed by the river which came down from the highest range. East of the farm lands were rich grass pastures best suited for raising animals.
In the west were hills that held minerals and metals: foul things of thought beauty and value. To the north and south of the mines were hilly bowls that sprouted sweet flowers, kept together by deep routed trees where bees made large nests. And in the center of Hortus was a vale, wide where the river flooded; bellow it a level land with solid foundation. Then it was a pure place with no name.
All pure and innocent things where man is near soon are dirtied. Mankind spread west and it was not long before the first man entered the plain. There were but two entrances between the mountains into the center: one in the south west; one in the north west. A person standing in the center vale could not see the mountains around so far off were they.
Life outside was hard, and in that desperation the first man entered. He stayed, there was no reason to ever leave. And as if the garden: Hortus was a sweet flower, no one wanted to part from its bloom. Those headed west for new land and hope, seeing perfection placed safely and hidden, they took it as heaven and built new homes. The population of that place grew and the people named it Hortus.
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