The author, now retired, claims to have misspent his youthful years wandering the globe in vagabond, gypsy fashion. “I had a severe case of wanderlust,” he says.
This first hand knowledge of far off places and foreign cultures serves as material for the books he writes. His suspenseful adventure stories will have a special appeal to those readers, like himself, who prefer their escapism set in an exotic locale and back-grounded by an open sky. He enjoys the outdoors of the Niagara region where he lives, and reads and writes.
The four men in U.S. Army combat uniforms stumbled out of the ravine, and trundled through the orderly rows of pomegranate trees at a tired run. Two of them supported a wounded man between them. They halted at the edge of the orchard to quickly scan the stretch of open ground just ahead. Beyond was the extraction place, behind a tumbled down mud brick wall. Camel dung fouled the ground amidst a scattering of aromatic rosemary bushes.
"Go! Go!" panted one of them, a short, black man with sweat rolling down his face in little rivers. "I'll hang on here. Just get on that radio."
He slipped a few yards to one side and sank down onto his belly behind a fruit tree.