Saddlebags, Trunks, and Tombs: Book 1

The “Walker” walks once more: The last thing Jackson Winchester remembers is being pulled feet first into an unmarked grave and then silence. Now the sun that he remembered beat down on his skin. Broken wood and rocks lay next to him on one side, on the other something more solid, something that felt familiar and yet… As he strained every muscle in his being to sit up, he looked around the desert, the last place he remembered being… Something was wrong… This was the desert where he had seen the bodies buried. The same desert near the hotel. The sounds in the distance were wrong. The smell in the air was wrong. And the “Watcher” has watched: For the first time, as the Walker now stands still, bathed in a column of golden light, Jonathan Cole is compelled to become a part of the story that he has witnessed up to this point. Following the column of light, all the way from Sellwood, he ends up in Arizona at the Brunswick Hotel. Now Jonathan must stop watching and start walking.