Thoughts on Shades of Right 1

 I am currently looking for a real job so it is a struggle some days to make time for the author life. People who read Shades of Right have given me so much positive feedback but the book is buried within the seemingly infinite choices these days on the internet.

It's a good story, based on a real event that happened in Missouri during the Civil War. The event was so intriguing to me that I wrote the book. Though my main characters are fictitious, I tried to bring them to life in an environment as true to the way life was at the time in Minnesota and Missouri.

The Other Civil War occurred at the same time as the War Between the States. The Native Americans had been pushed onto reservations where they were left to starve and the money promised to them was delayed again and again until the tinder box of emotions exploded, which started the Sioux Uprising, the Other Civil War. It occurred at the same time as the Civil War.

The event that set Shades of Right into motion was that 38 men from the Minnesota 9th Regiment were court-martialed for helping a slave save his family.

They did not know each other, the slave and soldier. The slave approached the soldier and asked for help. The solder, as well as so many men from his regiment, stepped up and did what they needed to do.

I can only imagine the bravery of that slave to approach that blue-coated soldier and ask for help when even asking for help could have been a death sentence.

I can only imagine the bravery of that soldier to help that slave knowing that he would face military punishment.

Imagining those two men and what road brought them to each other is what prompted me to write Shades of Right.

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