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The Six-Gun Tarot by R.S. Belcher

Beyond the desolate 40-Mile Desert, Nevada, there is a strange cattle town with more than its fair share of unnatural secrets.

There is the town sheriff who bears noose marks around his neck and cannot die. A shady saloon owner who knows more about things than he is letting on. An outcast deputy with a wild side, to name but a few. Enter a stranger, a teenage boy on the run with a mystical power he knows nothing about. Welcome to Golgotha. 

New in town, Jim, is befriended by the local law enforcement and so has front row seats when stranger than normal occurrences threaten not only the town’s inhabitants but maybe even the world. An ancient evil is awakening in the darkness, and a motley crew of unlikely heroes amongst the townsfolk assemble to save the day. 

This book blew me away. As soon as we are introduced to the town, we flit back and forth between a wide array of characters, their dirty little secrets and their ultimate influence within the story. It’s easy to read but incredibly complex in terms of storyline and content. This book has a little of everything; religion, adventure, horror, romance, steampunk and mythology. 

The Wild West setting made the whole things unique and exciting, I really couldn't get enough. I think this would make an awesome TV series as there are plenty of diverse characters, an interesting location and tons of engaging action that would make for excellent viewing. 

A sequel is already in the works for this book and I seriously can’t wait for it! The Six-Gun Tarot is a masterpiece of a weird western and I strongly urge readers to go out and try this book for themselves. 


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