My granny once told me that I was sitting on a gold mine. She was right, even though I had no idea what she was talking about as a young’n. Later on, other babes in my neighborhood hit me with gems like “keep a nickel between ya legs.” To this day, I’m still trying to figure that one out. My name is Cherokee, but I’m known as Pinky thanks to some “brotherly love.” My journal is full of drama, problems, sex, and stories you’d have to read to believe. I have truly seen it all and left my past on my journal pages. The only thing left for me to do is share my story and let you be the judge…
1867. The Civil War is over. Yet there is much unrest and resentment that lives on throughout the land, and in the hearts of many... Marco steps out of the ashes of the war; a man turned bounty hunter had everything which mattered most to him violently stripped away. So he emerges with a burning desire like none other to find redemption, and a new purpose in life. He sets off i...
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