{"id":257708,"date":"2026-07-13T15:46:26","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:46:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dark-frontiers-vampire-chronicles-angels-of-the-wilderness-kerry-doc-davis\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:46:26","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:46:26","slug":"dark-frontiers-vampire-chronicles-angels-of-the-wilderness-kerry-doc-davis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dark-frontiers-vampire-chronicles-angels-of-the-wilderness-kerry-doc-davis\/","title":{"rendered":"Dark Frontiers Vampire Chronicles Angels Of The Wilderness – Kerry Doc Davis"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It\u2019s small metal chimney belched acrid smoke, making passersby put a kerchief to their noses and question the activities that proceeded within. Sunlight poured through the windows and reflected, obnoxiously, off the polished glass cases which held rings, watch chains, and other sundry jewelry that glittered as if the world were not presently trying to devour decent people.<\/p>\n

The reason for the smoke was a small brick-lined furnace that glowed in the back. Myriad, specific tools of the trade hung in careful order on a well-organized board. A clean, expansive workspace set up underneath it. At the end of the workbench, an intricate balance scale sat on the counter, precise enough to weigh guilt and dispense change. The small, silver-haired man behind the counter was looking through a large magnifying glass affixed to the counter and filing a small ring in a delicate vise, as he looked up through pince-nez glasses and frowned, nose wrinkled as though he smelled something rotten.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t buy stolen,\u201d he said as he looked back down to his work and started filing away with renewed vigor. Doc smiled faintly, almost dismissively. \u201cMy good sir, we are not selling.\u201d Glancing at the sign hanging over the door that read, \u2018B.E. Franklin, Assayer\u2019, Doc ascertained and asked, \u201cYou\u2019d be Mr. Franklin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d he said, curtly, and then asked, equally as curt, \u201cWhaddya want?\u201d \u201cSilver,\u201d Declan said. \u201cWe require silver.\u201d \u201cSilver costs,\u201d said the little man. \u201cAye, so it does,\u201d Godwin set a purse down. \u201cAn\u2019 so do funerals.\u201d Doc asked, \u201cMight you be able to supply us with an ample supply of aforementioned precious metal, good sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

The jeweler blinked and looked Doc up and down and asked, \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cOccupational hazard, sir,\u201d quipped Jed as he flashed an annoyed glance at Doc, even though he smiled while doing it. \u201cHe does that a lot. He just wants to know if you can help us out with silver.\u201d Doc continued, unabated, \u201cWe require lead cast with a measured amount of silver alloyed throughout.\u201d The jeweler blinked, realization finally gaining on him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait. Do you mean that you want to shoot coin?\u201d Jed leaned in and clarified, \u201cNo, sir. We want to shoot somethin\u2019 that ain\u2019t exactly a man with a particular kinda ball. An\u2019 that takes coin bein\u2019 mixed with lead. Savvy?\u201d The jeweler\u2019s eyes grew wide, coming to grips with the realization of the request. The winds carried whispers out here in the Frontier, and those whispers of what had been happening had fallen onto his ears. Pure metal for corrupt beings. Declan asked, \u201cWell, man, can ya do it or no?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Any resemblance to persons, places living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. OceanofPDF.com I would first like to thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for His continued blessings, my family and friends for their unwavering support and encouragement, and last, but not least, my sweet Beensy.<\/p>\n

I love you much, much. -Doc OceanofPDF.com SPECIAL THANKS TO THE OUTLAW POSSE READERS D.A. ROBERTS ROBBY RAINES PATRICK AKIBA LANAYE PERKINS WYATT ESTES LYNN JORDAN KEN BROCK DR. CARLEY DAVIS DR. KEITH DAVIS ALEX PALMER RYAN DUNCAN OceanofPDF.com L NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR ittle did I know, twenty-two years ago, that I would one day be writing a book. The inspiration for this story is layered, much like my interests have always been. For as long as I can remember, I\u2019ve been a fan of all things Old West, and, perhaps less coincidentally, vampires.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been reading western novels since I was around ten years old, starting with Louis L\u2019Amour\u2019s The Sackett series. Not long after came another foundational read: Dracula, by Bram Stoker. Those were only the first stops in a long line of literary adventures that carried me, in my imagination, to other times and places, worlds that stayed with me long after the final page was turned.<\/p>\n

The true origin of this book, however, dates back to 2004, when I began cowboy action shooting. Participants are encouraged to adopt a catchy moniker. Having been born in Natchez, Mississippi, a town steeped in history, and having worked in the medical field, I chose the name \u201cNatchez Medicine Man\u201d. Along with the nickname came another tradition: writing your character\u2019s legend. So, I wrote mine.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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