Bücher von John Holt

"If you appreciate the pristine beauty of the wilderness, the quiet trickle of a trout stream, or the bowl of the endless sky, you'll want to read these epistles by John Holt on his love and awe of Montana." - George Davidson, Zoo in a BookA consummate outdoorsman, John Holt has culled this marvelous collection of his articles and musings from a number of publications. It's like a philosophical travelogue, fishing and surveying the wilderness with a man who knows a brown trout from a bull trout from a golden trout. "Unlike an athlete who is usually finished by 40, writers can continue to grow and mature provided they work at it and don't bow down and worship the twisted god alcohol as I did some years ago. I'm still alive, mad as a hatter, mad as hell about the destruction of wild country and still trying to learn how to speak my native tongue."

"Westerners have come in all sorts - ranchers, frontiersmen, gold miners, gunfighters, even singing cowboys. John Holt gives us a poet, lamenting the passing of the West. His character's poems equal the story he tells."- Hollis George, editorial director and anthologistThe West has been celebrated with songs, words and photographs for well over 100 years. This novel is about poet John Wesley Gill, who lives in the Sweet Grass Hills, and his struggle to come to grips with the changing West as he also decides to resurrect his writing career through good deeds and very dark ones including murder. The book is a reflection of his travels. Gill's poems define his road experiences and this lyricism is reflected in the narrative that takes him along rough roads that lead to wild, out-of-the-way high plains mayhem and desolate locations.

I'm not a gambling man. I mean life's one big gamble ain't it. The odds are stacked against you, you just can't win. You know there are some people who will do anything to make sure that they win, even if it means eliminating anyone or anything that stands in your way. They only bet on a sure thing .... A DEAD CERTAINTY.

The name's Daniels, Jack Daniels - just like the whiskey you know. I'm a Private Detective. And I can't help butting my nose into other people's business. It's what I do. You get used to it. It becomes a way of life almost. After a while it comes natural to you, automatic, like breathing, or eating, although not quite as enjoyable. It's a habit that I just can't break. I just can't help it. But sometimes it can lead you into trouble .....

Tom Kendall had been with the 32nd Precinct, New York Police Department for just under ten years. But now he wanted a change. Now he wanted to start his own Private Detective Agency. He had grand ideas. He wasn't interested in just any old case. Oh no, he would handle only the big time cases, the expensive ones. He would be able to take his pick, the ones that he wanted, where the stakes were high and so were the rewards. He knew exactly the kind of case that he wanted. Anything else would not do, and it would just be turned down, flat.

The lake was flat and calm, with barely a ripple. Its dark waters glistening, reflecting the moonlight as though it were a mirror. Fritz Marschall knew that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumors that had been circulating. He thought of the endless stories there had been, of treasures sunken in, or buried around the lake. He recalled the stories of the lake being used to develop torpedoes and rockets during the war. Looking out across the dark water, he wondered what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.

This 1795 work describes the geography, climate and soils of Lancashire, and its land holdings and land use, noting the manufacturing as well as the agricultural areas. It provides a detailed examination of the livestock, agrarian and horticultural products of the county, and is a fascinating resource for social and agricultural historians.