During my two years in the Army, 1966 to 1968. I got hooked. FLINT. The title intrigued me, and I was trapped from then on. Since that time I have read the stories as I found them, in the year the story took place, in publishing order and sometimes just for the fun and adventures. It’s been a crazy ride, and one I continue to take. Leatherette, hardcovers, paperback…the only venue I couldn’t pursue was the stories in a radio style or having them read to me…my brain couldn’t process the stories when I heard them, even with actors…don’t have a clue why, other than I played them on long drives out west of the Mississippi and my mind was on direction, vegetation, mountains, rocks, wildlife…everything except the story.

"We don't have any law here. Just a graveyard." LL from TREASURE MOUNTAIN